O infelix uterum tuum, Pudentilla, o sterilitas liberis potior, o infausti decem menses, o ingrati XIIII anni viduitatis! Vipera, ut audio, exeso matris utero in lucem proserpit atque ita parricidio gignitur; at enim tibi a filio iam adulto acerbiores morsus viventi et videnti offeruntur.
How unlucky was your womb, Pudentilla! How much better would sterility have been than childbirth! How ominous were your nine months, how ill-rewarded your fourteen years of widowhood! The viper, so I hear, gnaws through its mothers womb before it crawls into the daylight, and so murders its parent at birth: but your full-grown son gnaws you more painfully while you still live and breathe.
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