quid tibi, saeve, rei mecum est? an gloria magna est insidias homini composuisse deum? nam mihi tenduntur casses; iam Delia furtim nescio quem tacita callida nocte fovet.
What hast thou to do with me, cruel boy? Is there great glory to a god in laying snares for a man? For the net is spread to take me; now cunning Delia clasps a gallant covertly in the hush of night.
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