tandem cinaedus habitu, sed Mars viribus, adit sedentem pro tribunali ducem, et voce molli: Licet? eum vero eici,n ut in re atroci, Magnus stomachans imperat.
At length this fellow, who was a catamite in bearing but a Mars in prowess, went up to the general as he sat in front of his platform and asked in a lisping voice: May I? But the great Pompey, full of wrath, because it was a shocking situation, ordered him to be thrown out.
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