fingite me dignum tali nece, non ego solus hic vehor. inmeritos cur mea poena trahit? pro superi viridesque dei, quibus aequora curae, utraque iam vestras sistite turba minas, quamque dedit vitam mitissima Caesaris ira, hanc sinite infelix in loca iussa feram. si quam commerui, poenam me pendere vultis, culpa mea est ipso iudice morte minor. mittere me Stygias si iam voluisset in undas Caesar, in hoc vestra non eguisset ope. est illi nostri non invidiosa cruoris copia; quodque dedit, cum volet, ipse feret.
Suppose me deserving of such a death, yet I am not here the only passenger. Why does my punishment involve the innocent? O ye gods above and ye of the green flood, who rule the waters,'stay ye now, both hosts of you, your threats. The life that Caesars merciful wrath has granted, let me carry, unhappy man that I am, to the appointed place. If ye wish me to pay the penalty which I have deserved, my fault even in my judges eyes merits not death. If ere now Caesar had wished to send me to the waters of the Styx, he had not needed your aid in this. He has a power over my life which ye may not begrudge; and what he has granted he will take away when he shall wish.
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