FLOS Asiae tantaque unus de gente superstes, parvulus, Argivis set iam de patre timendus, hic iaceo Astyanax, Scaeis deiectus ab altis.
The flower of Asia and the one poor little hope of so great a line, but already dreaded by the Argives for my fathers sake, I, Astyanax, lie here, hurled down from the high Scaean gate.
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