Do you take care to make no defence though attacked with biting words; my case is not a good one, and will prove too difficult for advocacy. You are to find one who sighs over my exile, reading your lines with cheeks that are not dry, one who will utter a silent prayer unheard by any ill-wisher, that through the softening of Caesars anger my punishment may be lightened. On my part I pray that whoever he may be, suffering may not come to him who wishes the gods to be kind to suffering. May his wish be fulfilled! May the removal of the Princes wrath grant me the power to die at home in my country!
tu cave defendas, quamvis mordebere dictis; causa patrocinio non bona maior erit. invenies aliquem, qui me suspiret ademptum, carmina nec siccis perlegat ista genis, et tacitus secum, ne quis malus audiat, optet, sit mea lenito Caesare poena levis. nos quoque, quisquis erit, ne sit miser ille, precamur, placatos miseris qui volet esse deos; quaeque volet, rata sint, ablataque principis ira sedibus in patriis det mihi posse mori.
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