nec mihi iam fastus opponere quaerit iniquos, nec mihi ploranti lenta sedere potest; at dum demissis supplex cervicibus ibam, dicebar sicco vilior esse lacu.
No longer does she seek to answer me with wicked scorn or has the heart to sit unmoved at my tears; but while I walked as a suppliant with drooping neck, she said I was worth less than a trough run dry.
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