omnis honos, cuncti veniunt ad limina fasces, omnis plebeio teritur praetexta tumultu; hinc eques, hinc iuvenum coetu stola mixta laborat.
Every office, all rods come to the threshold, every gown of state is jostled in commoners turmoil. Knights mill on one side, on the other the matrons robe mingles and struggles with throng of youth.
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