Against the Tarentines when these brave nobles
Trembled behind their fast shut doors.
�g. 'Tis false!
Oc. All know 'tis true. Since boasting now's a virtue,
I'll do it well. Who wore the laurel wreath
That saved all Sicily a spreading blush
The day the Carthaginian youths were sent
Defeated home? You ask for wealth? My vineyards
Run to the wilderness. My corn now greens
On �tna's slope and yellows by the Gela.