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LII.

CATULLUS TO HIMSELF.

What is't, Catullus? Why delay to out die? That Wen hight Nonius sits in curule chair, For Consulship Vatinius false doth swear; What is't, Catullus? Why delay to out die?

Prithee Catullus, why delay thine death? Nonius the tumour is seated in the curule chair, Vatinius forswears himself for consul's rank: prithee Catullus, why delay thine death?

Risi nescioquem modo e corona, Qui, cum mirifice Vatiniana Meus crimina Calvos explicasset, Admirans ait haec manusque tollens, 'Di magni, salaputium disertum!' 5