ubi tunc fidei pacisque sequestra mater eras, pulchris cum me nox vestra morata est hospitiis? nempe haec trahis ad commercia natum.
Where were you then, mother, broker of peace and faith, when your peoples night detained me with such splendid hospitality? Such is the commerce, I suppose, to which you drag your son.
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