nec tibi periuro scindam de corpore vestis, nec mea praeclusas fregerit ira fores, nec tibi conexos iratus carpere crines, nec duris ausim laedere pollicibus: rusticus haec aliquis tam turpia proelia quaerat, cuius non hederae circuiere caput.
I shall not tear the clothes from your perjured body, nor let my anger shatter your locked door, nor bring myself in my rage to pull at your plaited hair, nor hurt you with brutal thumbs. Let some boorish clown pick these vulgar quarrels, one whose head no ivy has ever circled.
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