ille ubi concretos pingui iam sanguine crines pallentesque genas infractaque pectore caro tela neque hesternos agnovit in hospite vultus, ingemit atque artus fatur complexus amicos: te tamen ignarum tanti, miserande, furoris nox habet et nullo testantem foedera questu: at mihi luctificum venit iubar.
He, when he saw the locks now matted with rich blood and the pallid cheeks and the darts shattered on the breast he loved, nor recognised in his host the face known but yesterday, groaned, and clasping his friends limbs cried: Thee at least night holds, hapless one, ay, but knowing naught of madness so dire nor bitterly making appeal to friendships bond: but to me sorrow-bearing has come the light.
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