non aula quidem, Tirynthie, nec te regius ambit honos, sed casta ignaraque culpae mens domini, cui prisca fides coeptaeque perenne foedus amicitiae.
No palace, Tirynthian, or royal pomp surrounds you, but your masters soul is innocent, knowing no fault. Old-time loyalty is his and pact of friendship perennial once begun.
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