quamlibet austeras de me ferat urna tabellas, turpior assessu non erit ulla meo, vel tu, quae tardam movisti fune Cybeben, Claudia, turritae rara ministra deae, vel cui, sacra suos cum Vesta reposceret ignes, exhibuit vivos carbasus alba focos.
However exacting the scrutiny of me carried by the jurors urn, no woman will be shamed by sitting at my side, whether you, Claudia, peerless servant of the tower-crowned goddess, who took hold of the cable and moved the stranded Cybele, or you to whom, when Vesta inviolate claimed her fires, the white robe showed that the hearth was still alive.
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