huic dea cum lacrimis et nota veste Neaerae icta genas utinam non hic tibi nuntius essem, o soror, aut nostros inquit prius unda dolores obruat, in tali quoniam tibi tempore coniunx sic meritae, votis quem tu fletuque requiris, heu furit et captae indigno famulatur amore.
To her the goddess comes weeping, in the well-known dress of Neaera and with smitten cheeks, and says: Ah, sister, would that I were not the bearer of these tidings, or might the waters first cover the cause of our sorrows, since at this moment the husband thou hast served so well, he for whose return thou prayest and weepest (oh, shame!), is crazed, the servant of a bondslaves shameful love.
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