iamque ut mihi prodiga vitae pectora et extremam nihil horrescentia mortem aspicias: bellum infandum ominibusque negatam movisti, funeste, aciem, dum pellere leges et consanguineo gliscis regnare superbus exsule; te series orbarum excisa domorum planctibus assiduis, te diro horrore volantes quinquaginta animae circum noctesque diesque assilient; neque enim ipse moror.
And now, so you may see my heart spendthrift of life, no whit afraid of final doom: murderer, tis an unholy war you have launched, battle by omens disapproved, as you itch to banish law and reign in pride with your kinsman in exile. A line of orphaned, extirpated homes shall haunt you with continual lament'fifty spirits flying around you with dire terror by night and day; for I myself tarry not.
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