Illic miles cum armis, sine insignibus magistratus, populus per tribus concidisse rem publicam, nihil spei reliquum clamitabant, promptius apertiusque quam ut meminisse imperitantium crederes.
There the soldier in harness, the magistrate lacking his insignia, the burgher in his tribe, iterated the cry that the commonwealth had fallen and hope was dead too freely and too openly for it to be credible that they remembered their governors.
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