At nuptae exanimes puerique aegrique parentes moenibus effusi per plana, per avia, passim quisque suas avidi ad lacrimas, miserabile, currunt, certamen, quos densa gradu comitantur euntes milia solandi studio; pars visere flagrant unius acta viri et tantos in nocte labores: fervet iter gemitu et plangoribus arva reclamant.
Swooning wives and children and sick parents pour from the city through the plain, the wilderness, everywhere, each running eager to find their own sorrow, a pitiful contest. As they go, thousands go thronging with them, fain to console. Some are afire to visit the deeds of one man, the nights mighty toils. The way is loud with lament, the fields echo with beating of breasts.
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