Cur magis incessat superos et ana Sororum stamina quae tepido genetrix super aggere nati orba sedet, vel quae primaevi coniugis ignem aspicit obstantesque manus turbamque tenentem vincit, in ardentem, liceat, moritura maritum? maior ab his forsan superos et Tartara pulset invidia, externis etiam miserabile visu funus eat; sed nec mihi te Natura dolere nec Pietas non iusta dedit.
Why should the bereaved mother sitting over her sons warm mound in greater measure upbraid the High Ones and the Sisters brazen threads, or why the wife who sees her young husbands pyre and overbears the opposing hands of a restraining crowd to get to her burning spouse, there to die if die she may? Greater reproach, it may be, would assail the High Ones and Tartarus from these; even strangers would pity as they watched the funeral train. But to me too has Nature and Piety justly granted to grieve for you.
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