hocne ferens onus illaetabile matris transfundam gremio? quae me prius ima sub umbras mergat humus? simul haec terraque et sanguine vultum sordida magnorum circa vestigia regum vertitur et tacite maerentibus imputat undas.
Shall I bear this melancholy burden to pour into his mothers lap? What earth should first sink me in profoundest dark? Therewith, her face foul with soil and blood, she grovels around the feet of the great kings, and as they grieve, silently claims credit for the waters.
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