Veranius, standing in the front of all my friends, had I three hundred thousand
of them, have you come home to your Penates, your longing brothers and your aged
mother? You have come back. O joyful news to me! I'll see you safe and sound,
and hear you speak of regions, deeds, and peoples Iberian, as is your manner;
and reclining over your neck shall kiss your laughing mouth and eyes. Of all men
most full of bliss, who is more happy or more blissful than I?
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