Hic alto iuvenis gemitu lacrimisque coortis: magne parens, inquit, quo maius numine nobis Tarpeia nec in arce sedet, si iura querelis sunt concessa piis, cur hoc matrique mihique solamen, vel cur decus hoc, o dure, negasti, tangere sacratos vultus atque oscula ab ore libavisse tuo? dextram mihi prendere dextra non licitum? leviora forent haec vulnera quantum, si ferre ad manes infixos mente daretur amplexus, venerande, tuos.
Then Serranus spoke with a deep groan and starting tears: Noble father, he said, not less divine to me than even the deity who dwells on the Tarpeian rock, if love has a right to complain, why did you so sternly deny my mother and me this consolation and this glory'to touch your sacred face and take kisses from your lips? Was I forbidden to clasp your hand in mine? How much lighter my present wounds would be, had I been allowed to carry to the grave the undying memory of your embrace, O worshipful father!
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