What is he doing, Gellius, the man who fools around with his mother
And sister and discards his clothes to spend the night?
What is he doing, the man who prevents his uncle
From being a husband? Do you realise the scale of
The crime he commits? Oh Gellius, not even furthest Tethys or
Ocean, father of the Nymphs, could wash away a crime so big.
There is nothing he could do to top that one,
Not even if he were to bend his head and suck himself.