Quid mihi maesta die, sociis quid noctibus, uxor, anxia pervigili ducis suspiria cura? non metuo ne laesa fides aut pectore in isto alter amor;
Why, my wife, do you sorrow by day and fetch painful sighs in the nights we share, in sleepless worry? I have no fear lest faith be broken or another love be in your heart.
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