Cuius acerbitas morum immanitasque naturae ne vino quidem permixta temperari solet, hic ira dementiaque inflammatus adhibito fratre Lucio, taeterrima belua, numquam profecto a me sacrilegas manus atque impias abstinebit.
His savage ways and natural cruelty are seldom tempered, even when mingled with wine. Ablaze with wrath and madness, with that horrible beast of a brother Lucius at his elbow, he will surely never keep his impious, sacrilegious hands off my person.
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