Si, Comini, populi arbitrio tua cana senectus spurcata impuris moribus intereat, non equidem dubito quin primum inimica bonorum lingua execta avido sit data vulturio, effossos oculos voret atro gutture corvus, intestina canes, cetera membra lupi.
If, Cominius, your gray old age, soiled as it is by an impure life, should be brought to an end by the choice of the people, I for my part do not doubt that first of all your tongue, the enemy of all good people, would be cut out and quickly given to the greedy vulture, your eyes torn out and swallowed down the ravens black throat, while the dogs would devour your bowels, the rest of your members the wolves.
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