Hoc verumst, tota te ferri, Cynthia, Roma, et non ignota vivere nequitia? haec merui sperare? dabis mihi, perfida, poenas; et nobis aliquo, Cynthia, ventus erit.
Is it right, Cynthia, for your name to be a byword throughout Rome and for you to flaunt a life of shame? Have I deserved to expect this? Faithless one, I shall punish you: a wind will waft me to some haven.
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