ipse etenim tecum nigrae sollemnia pompae spectatumque Urbi (scelus heu!) puerile feretrum produxi; saevos damnati turis acervos plorantemque animam supra sua funera vidi, teque patrum gemitus superantem et bracchia matrum complexumque rogos ignemque haurire parantem vix tenui similis comes offendique tenendo.
For I myself led forth the black-garbed funeral procession by your side, the childish bier (alas the crime!) watched by all Rome. I saw the cruel heaps of doomed incense and the soul weeping above its body. And as you outdid the groans of fathers and the arms of mothers, embracing the pyre and ready to swallow the flame, I could scarce restrain you, your companion in like case, and by restraining angered you.
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