tum vox semanimi miseranda effunditur ore: parce, precor, dextrae, non ut mihi vita supersit, (quippe nefas hac velle frui) sed sanguine nostro ne damnes, o nate, manus.
And then a piteous cry came forth from his half-dead lips: Hold your hand, my son'not that I may live on (for to desire the enjoyment of such a life would be a crime), but that you may not bring a curse on your hand by shedding your fathers blood.
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