accepi infelix dirisque exterrita fatis, ora manu lacerans, lymphato regia cursu tecta peto celsosque gradus evadere nitor.
I, unhappy, heard the tidings; terror-stricken by that dreadful death, I tore my cheeks with my nails, as I rushed in frenzy to the palace and struggled to climb the lofty steps.
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