quidve tibi prodest viduas dormire puellas? sed tibi, crede mihi, cornua rursus erunt, aut nos e nostra te, saeva, fugabimus urbe: cum Tiberi Nilo gratia nulla fuit.
Why did you take the long journey to Rome? What profit is it to you that girls should sleep alone? Take it from me, either you will have horns again or else, cruel creature, we will banish you from our city: the Nile has never found favour with the Tiber.
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