felix cui magna patrem cervice vehenti sacra Mycenaeae patuit reverentia flammae, quique tener saevis genitorem Scipio Poenis abstulit, et Lydi pietas temeraria Lausi! ergo et Thessalici coniunx pensare mariti funus et immitem potuit Styga vincere supplex Thracius? hoc quanto melius pro patre liceret! Non totus rapiere tamen, nec funera mittam longius.
Happy he that bore his father on his mighty neck while Mycenaean flames opened him passage in holy reverence! Happy young Scipio, who rescued his father from the cruel Poeni, and the rash piety of Lydian Lausus! Could a wife then balance the death of her Thessalian husband with her own and the suppliant Thracian vanquish pitiless Styx? How much better such a license on a fathers behalf! But you shall not wholly be snatched away, nor shall I send your ashes far.
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