heaven, drop the steel from your grasp, heir of Anchises’
blood. See here, a conqueror who shall drive to the lofty 20
Capitol the car of triumph over Corinth, glorious from
Achæan slaughter: here one who shall lay Argos in dust,
and Agamemnon’s own Mycenæ, ay, and the heir of Æacus,
with Achilles’ martial blood in his veins: a Roman’s
vengeance for his Trojan grandsires, and for Pallas’ insulted 25
fame. What tongue would leave you unpraised,
great Cato, or Cossus, you? or the race of the Gracchi,
or those twin thunderbolts of war, the Scipios, Libya’s