indue quod madidum tabo diadema cruentis unguibus abripui, votisque instincta paternis i media in fratres, generis consortia ferro dissiliant.
Put on your head this gore-soaked diadem that I tore off with my bloody nails. Spurred by a fathers prayers, go against the brothers, go between them, let steel make partnership of blood fly asunder.
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