illa quidem iurata negat, sed credere durum est: sic etiam de me pernegat usque viro, ipse miser docui, quo posset ludere pacto custodes: eheu, nunc premor arte mea.
She denies it, indeed, and on oath; but tis hard to believe her. Thus touching me, too, she denies every hour to her husband. Poor wretch, it was I who taught her the ways of tricking her watchers, and now alas! by my own craft am I sore bestead.
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