sternit crines iteratque precando: reddite, nec vero crudelem avidamque vocate sanguinis: occumbam pariter, dum vulnere iusto exsaturata oculos unum impellamur in ignem.
She strews her hair and again in supplication: Give her back, nor call me cruel and blood-thirsty. I shall die with her, so I but sate my eyes with the just stroke and we be thrown on the same pyre.
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