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I had but one brother to move your eyes by his mournful appearance, to renew
your recollection of and your regret for me by his tears, and he had determined, O Romans, if
you did not restore me to him to share my fortunes in exile. So great was his love towards me,
that he thought it would be impious for him to be separated from me, not only in our abode in
this life, but also in our tombs. In my behalf, while I was still present, the senate and
twenty thousand men besides changed their apparel; for my sake, after I had departed, you saw
only the mourning garb and misery of one man. He was the one individual who in the forum
conducted himself towards me with the dutiful affection of a son; who, by his active kindness,
might have been taken for my parent; who in love was, as he always has been, a real brother.
For the mourning and grief of my unhappy wife, and the unceasing sorrow of my admirable
daughter, and the regret and childish tears of my little son, were at times hidden from view
by their necessary journeys, and to a great extent were confined in the obscurity of their
dwelling.
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