a miserae matres! hunc te noctesque diesque deflebam? si verba tamen monitusque tuorum dignaris, dum castra silent suspensaque bellum horrescit pietas, genetrix iubeoque rogoque:
Ah, unhappy mothers! Is this you that I wept for day and night? Yet if you have any respect for the words and counsel of your folk, I who bore you command and beg, while the armies are silent and piety in suspense shudders at war:
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