O Zeus, do not forget the author of these ills!1 the other Volumnius says he has forgotten.
But Brutus, after crossing a brook which ran among trees and had precipitous banks, would go no further, since it was already dark, but sat down in a hollow place with a great rock in front of it, having a few officers and friends about him. First, he turned his eyes to the heavens, which were studded with stars, and recited two verses, one of which Volumnius has recorded:—
1 Euripides, Medeia, 334 (Kirchhoff).
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