nec te, dulce caput, mater Scribonia, laesi: in me mutatum quid nisi fata velis? maternis laudor lacrimis urbisque querelis, defensa et gemitu Caesaris ossa mea.
Nor, dear heart, have I injured you, mother Scribonia: what in me would you wish otherwise except this my death? I am praised by a mothers tears and a citys lamentations, and my bones are vindicated by Caesars sighs.
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