quisnam hic mortalibus error? quae decepta fides? curam invigilare quieti claraque per somnos animi simulacra reverti? ecce ego, quae thalamos, nec si pax alta maneret, tractarem sensu, (pudet heu!) conubia vidi nocte, soror; sponsum unde mihi sopor attulit amens vix notum visu? semel his in sedibus illum, dum mea nescio quo spondentur foedera pacto, respexi non sponte, soror.
What delusion is this for mortals? What trust deceived? Can it be that care keeps vigil over repose and clear images of our minds return in sleep?  See, I, who would have naught to do with wedding chambers knowingly even if peace were still profound, for shame alas, I saw nuptials, sister, in the night. Whence did demented slumber bring me my betrothed, scarce known to me by sight? Once I looked at him in this dwelling, not of my will, sister, while in some fashion my pledges were contracted.
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