inproba mors, quid non mortalia pectora cogis? ipse suam (pudet heu!) contempto principe vitae perniciem veneratur homo, colit ipse cruentum carnificem gladiique aciem iugulandus adorat.
Ruthless death! To what dost thou not drive human hearts? Man himself (alas, the shame of it!), scorning the author of his life, does homage to his own destruction, worships the bloody assassin, pays reverence to the edge of the sword that is to murder him.
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