miserata laborem nempe venis? an et ipsa mea laetabere morte? ne, precor, infando similem te, virgo, parenti gesseris, haut tales decet inclementia vultus.
comest thou in pity of my labours? or wilt thou too have pleasure in my death? I pray thee, maiden, bear not thyself like thy abhorred sire; cruelty becomes not a face so beautiful.
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