non si atra parens miseraeque sorores in media arma cadant, non si ipse ad bella ruenti obstet et exstinctos galeae pater ingerat orbes, deficiam.
No, if my mother in black and my unhappy sisters were to fall betwixt the arms, if my father himself were to block me as I rush to fight and cast his perished orbs upon my helmet, not so should I fail.
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