his etiam struxi manibus patriosque vocavi voce deos, sic te ut posita, crudelis abessem? exstinxti te meque, soror, populumque patresque Sidonios urbemque tuam.
Did these hands indeed build the pyre, and did my voice call on our fathers gods, in order that, when you were lying thus, I, cruel one, should be far away? You have destroyed yourself and me together, sister, the Sidonian senate and people, and your city!
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