quid terga, dolori, Urse, damus? quid damna foves et pectore iniquo vulnus amas? ubi nota reis facundia raptis? quid caram crucias tam saevis luctibus umbram? eximius licet ille animi meritusque doleri, solvisti.
Ursus, why do we yield to sorrow? Why nurse your loss and perversely love the wound? Where is that eloquence well known to defendants hailed to judgment? Why do you torture the dear shade with such savage mourning? Matchless though he was and worthy to be grieved for: you have paid.
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