cupit ille tamen pugnasque virosque, forsitan ut caneret; longa iacet ipse canendus laude, sed amissum mutae flevere Sorores.
Yet he craves fights and fighting men, perhaps to sing of them. He himself lies long to be sung in praise, but the Sisters mutely wept his loss.
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