mentiri noctem, promissis ducere amantem, hoc erit infectas sanguine habere manus! nunc iacere e duro corpus iuvat, impia, saxo, sumere et in nostram trita venena necem.
To deny a pledged night, to lead on a lover with promises, this is as bad as having murder on ones hands! Now, wicked girl, I feel like throwing myself from a rugged cliff or taking a drug compounded to bring about my death.
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