If for that thy grief That was thy love." Roused by her husband's words, Yet scarcely could she raise her trembling limbs, Thus speaking through her sobs: "Would I had sought Detested Caesar's couch, ill-omened wife Of spouse unhappy; at my nuptials twice A Fury has been bridesmaid, and the ghosts Of slaughtered Crassi, with avenging shades Brought by my wedlock to the doomed camp The Parthian massacre.

Twice my star has cursed The world, and peoples have been hurled to death In one red moment; and the gods through me Have left the better cause.

O, hero mine, mightiest husband, wedded to a wife Unworthy! 'Twas through her that Fortune gained The right to strike thee.

Wherefore did I wed To bring thee misery?
Mine, mine the guilt, Mine be the penalty.

And that the wave May bear thee gently onwards, and the kings May keep their faith to thee, and all the earth Be ready to thy rule, me from thy side Cast to the billows.