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But that he has not taken with
him his sword red with blood as he intruded—that he has left us
alive,—that we wrested the weapon from his hands,—that he has left the
citizens safe and the city standing, what great and overwhelming grief must you think that
this is to him. Now he lies prostrate, O Romans, and feels himself stricken down and abject,
and often casts back his eyes towards this city, which he mourns over as snatched from his
jaws, but which seems to me to rejoice at having vomited forth such a pest, and cast it out
of doors.
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M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge, B. A. London. Henry G. Bohn, York Street, Covent Garden. 1856.
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