tum sic unanimum moriens solatur amantem: Pars animae victura meae, cui linquere possim o utinam quos dura mihi rapit Atropos annos, parce, precor, lacrimis, saevo ne concute planctu pectora, nec crucia fugientem coniugis umbram.
Then dying, thus she comforts her true love: Part of my soul that shall live on, to whom I would that I might leave the years that harsh Atropos takes away from me, spare your tears, I pray, beat not your breast with cruel lament, nor torture your wifes fleeing shade.
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