serus tunc denique supplex demisso mucrone rogat: moderatius, oro, ducite, fulminei per vos cunabula Bacchi Inoamque fugam vestrique Palaemonis annos! si cui forte domi natorum gaudia, si quis hic pater, angusti puero date pulveris haustus exiguamque facem! rogat, en rogat ipse tacentis vultus: ego infandas potior satiare volucres, me praebete feris, ego bella audere coegi.
Only then too late he asks quarter and pleads with lowered blade: Draw him more gently, I pray you by the cradle of Bacchus born of lightning and Inos flight and the youth of your Palaemon! If any of you have joy of sons at home, if any here is a father, give the boy some handfuls of meagre dust and scanty fire. He asks, see; though he be silent, his face itself asks. I am more fit to feed the abominable birds, give me to the wild beasts. I made him dare the wars.
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