Estne tibi, Cerinthe, tuae pia cura puellae, quod mea nunc vexat corpora fessa calor? a ego non aliter tristes evincere morbos optarim, quam te si quoque velle putem.
Cerinthus, has thou any tender thought for thine own girl, now that fever racks her feeble frame? Ah, I would not pray to triumph over the drear disease if I thought not that thou wouldst wish it too.
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