tum vero infelix, veluti delapsa corona victoris capiti foret, in se versus ab ira, auratam medio discindit pectore vestem, ac lacrimae simul et questus ad sidera fusi.
But now, as wretched as if the victors wreath had fallen from his head, he turned his rage against himself, tearing the gold-embroidered garment from his breast, and weeping, and pouring out complaints to heaven.
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