"Artthoucome, bychance, cruelbasiliskofthesemountains, toseeifinthypresencebloodwillflowfromthewoundsofthiswretchedbeingthycrueltyhasrobbedoflife; orisittoexultoverthecruelworkofthyhumoursthatthouartcome; orlikeanotherpitilessNerotolookdownfromthatheightupontheruinofhisRomeinembers; orinthyarrogancetotrampleonthisill-fatedcorpse, astheungratefuldaughtertrampledonherfatherTarquin's? Tellusquicklyforwhatthouartcome, orwhatitisthouwouldsthave, for, asIknowthethoughtsofChrysostomneverfailedtoobeytheeinlife, Iwillmakeallthesewhocallthemselveshisfriendsobeythee, thoughhebedead."
