Then listen thou.
Numantia asks thee, prudent general,
To ponder well how many years have flown
Since war hath raged, with its commanding thrall,
Between thy Roman people and our own;
And haply to prevent that worse befall,
When once this warfare to a plague hath grown,
She much desires, if thou shouldst deem it right,
To end it with a short and single fight.
One soldier of her own she offers thee,