ergo ubi cunctatis extremo in limine plantis contigit aegra toros et mens incensa tenebris, vertere tunc varios per longa insomnia questus nec pereat quo scire malo; tandemque fateri ausa sibi causam medio sic fata dolore est: nunc ego quo casu vel quo sic pervigil usque ipsa volens errore trahor? non haec mihi certe nox erat ante tuos, iuvenis fortissime, vultus.
So when, heart-sick, with feet that hesitated on the thresholds verge, she gained her chamber and in the darkness her imaginings took fire, long time she lay unsleeping, brooding on various plaints and ignorant of what plague was vexing her; at last at the height of her distress she dares avow the cause, and thus she speaks: What mishap, what wilful deluding error holds me that so I lie ever sleepless? Not such for sure were my nights ere I had seen thy countenance, gallant youth.
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