ut vidit lacrimisque oculi patuere profusis: hosne ego complexus genetrix, haec oscula, nati, vestra tuor? sic vos extremo in fine ligavit ingenium crudele necis? quae vulnera tractem, quae prius ora premam? vosne illa potentia matris, vos uteri fortuna mei, qua tangere divos rebar et Ogygias titulis anteire parentes? at quanto melius dextraque in sorte iugatae quis steriles thalami nulloque ululata dolore respexit Lucina domum! mihi quippe malorum causa labor; sed nec bellorum in luce patenti conspicui fatis aeternaque gentibus ausi.
When she saw, her eyes opening wide for the stream of tears, Children, she said, such your embrace, such your kisses do I see'your mother? Did deaths cruel device so knit you in your ending? What wounds am I to stroke, which face press first? Are you the power a mother wields, the fortune of my womb, whereby I thought to touch the gods and surpass Ogygian parents in my glory? How much better joined, happy in their lot, are those whose chambers are barren, whose houses Lucina never regarded, summoned by labours howl! For to me travail was cause of sorrow. But not in the open light of battle, conspicuous in your fate and daring deeds to live in the memory of nations, did you seek
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