rabidum hinc palmasque virorum intentantem oculis proavitaque facta parantem ut vidit maiore adeo crudescere motu, excipit his frendens Fabius: pro cuncta pudendi! sedes, ecce, vacat, belli viduata procella; quem, quaeso, e vobis huic imposuisse paratis? inque locum Pauli quemnam datis? an tua, Virri, prima atque ante alias sors, concedente senatu, te citat ac nostris aequat iam purpura Brutis?
Then in his rage he shook his fist in the faces of the envoys and was about to repeat the action of his ancestor; but when Fabius saw him proceeding to actual violence, he spoke next, grinding his teeth as he spoke: Out on such utter shamelessness! See! a consuls seat is vacant, deprived of its occupant by the stress of war. Which, pray, of your number do you intend to place there? Whom do you propose, to fill the room of Paulus? Are you perhaps, Virrius, summoned first and foremost by the lot with the permission of the Senate? and does the purple robe put you on a level with our Brutus?
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