viderat ille fuga stratos in litore Achivos, fervere et Hectorea Dorica castra face; viderat informem multa Patroclon harena porrectum et sparsas caede iacere comas, omnia formosam propter Briseida passus: tantus in erepto saevit amore dolor.
He had seen the Achaeans in flight cut down along the shore, and the Greek camp ablaze with Hectors torch; he had seen the unlovely corpse of Patroclus lying stretched out on a heap of sand and his locks caked with blood, enduring it all for the sake of lovely Briseis: such is the grief which sears a man when he is robbed of his sweetheart.
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