non feret usque suum te propter flere clientem: illius ut verbis, sis mihi lenta veto, ne tibi neglecti mittant mala somnia manes, maestaque sopitae stet soror ante torum, qualis ab excelsa praeceps delapsa fenestra venit ad infernos sanguinolenta lacus.
Not forever will she bear with thee for making her votary weep. In her name I bid thee, be not cold to me, lest the slighted spirit send thee evil dreams and in thy slumbers thy mournful sister stand before thy bed, such as she was, when from the high casement she fell headlong down and passed blood-spattered to the lakes below.
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