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If
it had not been for Lucius Metellus, O judges, the mothers of those men, their wives
and sisters, were on their way hither; and one of them, when I arrived at Heraclea late at night, came to meet me with all the
matrons of that city, and with many torches; and so, styling me her saviour, calling
you her executioner, uttering in an imploring manner the name of her son, she fell
down, wretched as she was, at my feet, as if I were able to raise her son from the
shades below. In the other cities also the aged mothers, and even the little
children of those miserable men did the same thing; while the helpless age of each
class appeared especially to stand in need of my labour and diligence, of your good
faith and pity.
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