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 1   Arg|         the populace amidst great slaughter, and he orders Octavia to
 2     1|        the author of that impious slaughter! How often is the tristful
 3     1|         to culminate in the cruel slaughter of my mother, and thus my
 4     2|  afflicted, to abstain from cruel slaughter, to control one’s anger (
 5     2|           armed his hands for the slaughter of his generalissimo (Julius
 6     2|          shed by such internecine slaughter! Divus Augustus, who won
 7     2| infectious, through that dreadful slaughter, the sanious filthy discharges
 8     3|          the memory of my impious slaughter cling to me, as long as
 9     5|        the blood arising from the slaughter of such a populace? Oh thou
10     5|           brought under, with the slaughter, too, of only some few,
11     5|      accumulate my sorrows, by my slaughter, as a climax to my sufferings,
12     5|           and the hotbed of cruel slaughter, and alone in the desert
13     5|          she rejoices only in the slaughter of her own citizens! ~  ~~