quid se funesta parenti miscet et in nostris spectatur et ipsa ruinis? cui luget complexa suos? ait atque repente concidit abruptisque obmutuit ore querelis.
Why does she mingle her accursed self with his mother? Why is she too on view in our tragedy? For whom does she mourn as she embraces her own? So she spoke, then suddenly collapsed and breaking off her plaints fell silent.
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