ah mea tum qualis caneret tibi tibia somnos, tibia funesta tristior illa tuba! unde mihi patriis natos praebere triumphis? nullus de nostro sanguine miles erit.
Ah, what dire slumbers would my wedding-flute warble for you, that flute more dismal than the trumpet of death! How should I furnish sons for our countrys triumphs? No soldier shall ever be born of my blood.
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