Anna refert: o luce magis dilecta sorori, solane perpetua maerens carpere iuventa, nec dulcis natos Veneris nec praemia noris? id cinerem aut Manis credis curare sepultos? esto; aegram nulli quondam flexere mariti, non Libyae, non ante Tyro; despectus Iarbas ductoresque alii, quos Africa terra triumphis     dives alit; placitone etiam pugnabis amori? nec venit in mentem, quorum consederis arvis? hinc Gaetulae urbes, genus insuperabile bello, et Numidae infreni cingunt et inhospita Syrtis; hinc deserta siti regio lateque furentes Barcaei.
Anna replies: O you who are dearer to your sister than the light, are you, lonely and sad, going to pine away all your youth long, and know not sweet children or loves rewards? Do you think that dust or buried shades give heed to that? Grant that until now no wooers moved your sorrow, not in Libya, nor before then in Tyre; that Iarbas was slighted, and other lords whom the African land, rich in triumphs, rears; will you wrestle also with a love that pleases? And does it not come to your mind whose lands you have settled in? On this side Gaetulian cities, a race invincible in war, unbridled Numidians, and the unfriendly Syrtis hem you in; on that side lies a tract barren with drought, and Barcaeans, raging far and wide.
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