tunc quos excedens hilares, quis cultus iniqui praecipuus ducis, et profugo quos ipse notarat ingemuisse sibi per noctem ac luce sub omni digerit; exedere animum dolor iraque demens et, qua non gravior mortalibus addita curis, spes, ubi longa venit.
Every night and day he makes the count; whom had he himself marked rejoicing as he left, who paid particular court to the unrighteous ruler,  and who had a tear for the fugitive? Grief and mad wrath devoured his soul, and hope, heaviest of mortal cares when long deferred.
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