ast ego vix unum, nec celsa ad sidera, furto ausus iter Siculo rapui conubia campo: nec licuisse ferunt; iniustaeque a Iove leges protinus, et sectum genetrix mihi computat annum.
But as for me, I hardly dared a single stealthy trip, and that not to the high stars, to carry off my bride from a Sicilian field. And they say I had no right, and straightway came unjust conditions from Jove, and her mother cut the year up for me in her reckoning.
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