quid tibi iucundumst siccis habitare medullis? si pudor est, alio traice tela, puer! intactos isto satius temptare veneno: non ego, sed tenuis vapulat umbra mea.
What pleasure is it for you to lodge in my bloodless veins? For very shame, boy, shoot your arrows elsewhere! Better to attack those who have never felt the poison of your darts: it is not I, but a poor shadow of myself that you punish.
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