Appia, dic quaeso, quantum te teste triumphum egerit effusis per tua saxa rotis! spectaclum ipsa sedens primo temone pependit, ausa per impuros frena movere iocos.
Tell, please, O Appian Way, what triumphal progress you saw her make as her wheels rattled over your paving stones. A sight she was to see, as she sat leaning forward over the end of the pole, shamelessly plying the reins amid ribald quips.
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