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Who is there, then, who can think that this new priest,
performing this his first religious ceremony, and uttering these his first
official words since his admission to the priesthood, would not have felt
his tongue grow mute, and his hand grow torpid, and his mind become weakened
and fail through fear; especially when out of all that numerous college he
saw neither king, nor flamen, nor priest and was compelled against his will
to become a partner in another's wickedness, and was enduring the most
terrible punishment of his most disgraceful relationship?
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M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge, B. A. London. George Bell & Sons, York Street, Covent Garden. 1891.
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