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He clasped his hands before his face, while Apollinaris muttered curses, and the name of their faithful Marcipor, who had served their father before them, coupled with wild vows of vengeance. Nemesianus at length composed himself sufficiently to follow the course of the horrible events going on below. "Now," he went on, describing it to his brother, "now they are surrounding Rufus.

He clasped his hands before his face, while Apollinaris muttered curses, and the name of their faithful Marcipor, who had served their father before them, coupled with wild vows of vengeance. Nemesianus at length composed himself sufficiently to follow the course of the horrible events going on below. "Now," he went on, describing it to his brother, "now they are surrounding Rufus.

Only two fragments are of any length; one from the Marcipor, in graceful iambic verse, the other in prose from the nescis quid vesper. It consists of directions for a convivial meeting: "Nam multos convivas esse non convenit, quod turba plerumque est turbulenta; et Romae quidem constat: sed et Athenis; nusquam enim plures cubabant.

He clasped his hands before his face, while Apollinaris muttered curses, and the name of their faithful Marcipor, who had served their father before them, coupled with wild vows of vengeance. Nemesianus at length composed himself sufficiently to follow the course of the horrible events going on below. "Now," he went on, describing it to his brother, "now they are surrounding Rufus.

But there Oh, brother! our Marcipor there lies our dear old Marci! and beside him the basket of roses he had fetched for the lady Berenike from the flower-market. There they be, steeped in blood, the red and white roses; and the bright sun looks down from heaven and laughs upon it!"

But there Oh, brother! our Marcipor there lies our dear old Marci! and beside him the basket of roses he had fetched for the lady Berenike from the flower-market. There they be, steeped in blood, the red and white roses; and the bright sun looks down from heaven and laughs upon it!"

But there Oh, brother! our Marcipor there lies our dear old Marci! and beside him the basket of roses he had fetched for the lady Berenike from the flower-market. There they be, steeped in blood, the red and white roses; and the bright sun looks down from heaven and laughs upon it!"