canere illa patrem et iactare decebat, sed spes sub lacrimis, spes atque occulta cupido his latet: insano praetendis funera voto, meque premis frustra vacuae ceu proximus aulae.
As a father such canting and ranting became you, but hope lurks under these tears, hope and hidden desire. You make death a pretext for your mad ambition and press me vainly as though next in succession to the vacant throne.
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