quid, modo quae nostris opprobria nexerit armis, et, famulos inter femina trita suos, coniugii obsceni pretium Romana poposcit moenia et addictos in sua regna Patres? noxia Alexandria, dolis aptissima tellus, et totiens nostro Memphi cruenta malo, tris ubi Pompeio detraxit harena triumphos, tollet nulla dies hanc tibi, Roma, notam.
What of her who of late has fastened disgrace upon our arms, and, a woman who fornicated even with her slaves, demanded as the price of her shameful union the walls of Rome and the senate made over to her dominion? Guilty Alexandria, land ever ready for treason, and Memphis, so often blood-stained at our cost, where the sand robbed Pompey of his three triumphs, no day shall ever wash you clean of this infamy, Rome.
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