quod genus ut sceleris iam nesciat aurea Roma, te precor, Ausonii dux augustissime regni, et tam triste sacrum iubeas, ut cetera, tolli perspice, nonne vacat meriti locus iste paterni, quem tibi supplendum Deus et genitoris amica servavit pietas? solus ne praemia tantae virtutis caperet, partem tibi, nate, reservo dixit, et integrum decus intactumque reliquit.
That golden Rome may no more know this kind of sin is my prayer to you, most august Head of the Ausonian realm, and that you would command this grim rite to be abolished like the rest. See, has not your fathers merit left this space unoccupied, and God and your sires kindly affection kept it for you to fill up? So that he should not take for himself alone the rewards of his great goodness, he has said I keep back a portion for you, my son, and left the honour for you undiminished and unimpaired.
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