at tibi, qui nostro nexisti retia lecto, sit socer aeternum nec sine matre domus! cui nunc si qua datast furandae copia noctis, offensa illa mihi, non tibi amica, dedit.
But as for you, sir, who have woven a snare about my bed, may a father-in-law plague you all your life, and the house never lack a mother! If you have now been offered the chance of stealing a night, it is not because she loves you, but because she is vexed with me.
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