Lynceu, tune meam potuisti, perfide, curam tangere? nonne tuae tum cecidere manus? quid si non constans illa et tam certa fuisset? posses in tanto vivere flagitio? tu mihi vel ferro pectus vel perde veneno: a domina tantum te modo tolle mea.
Lynceus, treacherous friend, had you the heart to touch the girl I love? Did not your hands then fall powerless? Suppose she had not been so staunch and devoted? Could you have lived in such dishonour? Take away my life with sword or poison: only remove yourself from my mistress.
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