haec non sum rumore malo, non augure doctus; vidi ego: me quaeso teste negare potes? vidi ego te toto vinctum languescere collo et flere iniectis, Galle, diu manibus, et cupere optatis animam deponere labris, et quae deinde meus celat, amice, pudor.
It was not from spiteful rumour or from soothsaying that I learned this; I saw it with my own eyes: dare you deny it, when I was a witness? I saw you languish, Gallus, your neck tightly fastened in her embrace, and with your arms about her weep a long while; I saw you desperate to breathe out your last on those longed-for lips, and then what happened, friend, my modesty conceals.
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