Quid tibi vis, insane? meae sentire furores? infelix, properas ultima nosse mala, et miser ignotos vestigia ferre per ignes, et bibere e tota toxica Thessalia.
What are you after, lunatic? To feel my sweethearts fury? Wretch, you are hastening to experience the ultimate in woe, to make your luckless way through unimagined fires, and drink all Thessalys supply of poison.
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