quin age et ipsa manu felicis erue silvas, fer stabulis inimicum ignem atque interfice messes, ure sata et validam in vitis molire bipennem, tanta meae si te ceperunt taedia laudis.
Come, and with your own hand tear up my fruitful woods; put hostile flame to my stalls, destroy my crops, burn my seedlings, and swing the stout axe against my vines, if such loathing for my honour has seized you.
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