lacrimis obortis Ite felices, ait, celebrate sine me cursu sollemnem diem; ego, quo scelesta furis attraxit manus,
The tears came to his eyes as he said: Go your lucky way, celebrate without me the festive day in the race. In that place, whither the wicked hand of a thief brought me, shall I lament the destiny that cruel fortune has allotted me,
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