qua te, infelix, quibus insequar oris? non Scythicas ferus ille domos nec ad ostia Ponti tendit iter, falsae sed captum laudis amore te, puer, in nostrae durus tormenta senectae nunc lacerat.
Where, unhappy child, to what shores can I follow thee? It is not towards the homes of Scythia or the mouth of Pontus that the cruel man directs his voyage; but thee, my boy, ensnared by the love of empty renown, the hard-hearted wretch even now torments to bring anguish on my old age.
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