laetatur spectatque virum insatiabilis ora Scipio et appellet cunctos, ni magna sacerdos admoneat turbae innumerae: quot milia toto credis in orbe, puer, lustras dum singula visu, descendisse Erebo? nullo non tempore abundans umbrarum huc agitur torrens, vectatque capaci agmina mole Charon, nec sufficit improba puppis.
Scipio saw the decemvirs with gladness and could not gaze long enough at them; he would have addressed them all, but the great priestess reminded him that the number of ghosts was infinite. How many thousands, my son, do you suppose have come down to Erebus from all the world, while you look at this and that? Every moment an overflowing torrent of the dead is driven hither, and Charon ferries the host across in the roomy bark that cannot hold them all, despite its size.
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