[3] Aegrotabat Caecina Paetus marit

[3] Aegrotabat Caecina Paetus maritus eius, aegrotabat et filius, uterque mortifere, ut videbatur. Filius decessit eximia pulchritudine pari verecundia, et parentibus non minus ob alia carus quam quod filius erat. Huic illa ita funus paravit, ita duxit exsequias, ut ignoraret maritus; quin immo quotiens cubiculum eius intraret, vivere filium atque etiam commodiorem esse simulabat, ac persaepe interroganti, quid ageret puer, respondebat; 'Bene quievit, libenter cibum sumpsit.' Deinde, cum diu cohibitae lacrimae vincerent prorumperentque, egrediebatur; tunc se dolori dabat; satiata siccis oculis composito vultu redibat, tamquam orbitatem foris reliquisset. Praeclarum quidem illud eiusdem, ferrum stringere, perfodere pectus, extrahere pugionem, porrigere marito, addere vocem immortalem ac paene divinam: 'Paete, non dolet.' Sed tamen ista facienti, ista dicenti, gloria et aeternitas ante oculos erant; quo maius est sine praemio aeternitatis, sine praemio gloriae, abdere lacrimas operire luctum, amissoque filio matrem adhuc agere.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

[3] was sick; and the fact that Caecina Paetus, her husband, was, was sick; and his son, both of them mortally, as it seemed. With equal respect for the extraordinary beauty of the death of the son, and the son of his parents, was no less than that for other reasons. To him they are thus prepared for a funeral, so he took to the funeral rites, that they may not be aware of the husband; how many times he went into his chamber, and may even be, to live, he pretended to be a son, and even more convenient, and often asked a question, the child what he was doing, he replied; 'You are well rested, gladly took the food.' Then, after a long and would overcome the prorumperentque restrained her tears, went out; Then he gave it to pain; dry eyes gorged composite face sank as bereavement leave abroad. This is a fine, indeed, that of the same, draw the sword, to pierce through the breast, pull out a dagger from the man, to give to her husband, to add the voice of the immortal and almost divine: "O Paetus, he is not sorry. ' But how do do it, to him who asks this, the eternity before the eyes of his glory, and they were; the larger the reward of eternity, without the reward of glory, cover to hide the tears mourning mother losing her son is still acting.