haecne marita fides et pacta haec munera nuptae, cum rudis urgenti bracchia victa dedi? quae mihi deductae fax omen praetulit, illa traxit ab everso lumina nigra rogo; et Stygio sum sparsa lacu, nec recta capillis vitta datast: nupsi non comitante deo.
Is this the husbands loyalty and are these the bridal gifts you pledged when all innocent I surrendered to your embraces? The torch which gave omen as it headed my wedding procession drew its murky light from a dying funeral pyre; I was sprinkled with water from the Styx, and the wreath was set awry on my hair: Hymen was absent when I wed.
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