Chapter 9

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?