Eripitur nobis iam pridem cara puella: et tu me lacrimas fundere, amice, vetas? nullae sunt inimicitiae nisi amoris acerbae: ipsum me iugula, lenior hostis ero.
I am robbed of the sweetheart I have loved so long, and you, my friend, bid me shed no tears? No enmities are savage compared with those of love: slay me and I shall hate you less.
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