at tu non una potuisti nocte vacare, impia, non unum sola manere diem! quid si longinquos retinerer miles ad Indos, aut mea si staret navis in Oceano? quin etiam multo duxistis pocula risu: forsitan et de me verba fuere mala.
But you could not do without a man for a single night, impious one, could not remain alone for a single day! What would you do if active service kept me in distant India or my ship were held fast in a becalmed ocean? Moreover the pair of you prolonged your drinking with much merriment, and no doubt made nasty remarks about me.
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