Castra Macer sequitur: tenero quid fiet Amori? sit comes et collo fortiter arma gerat? et seu longa virum terrae via seu vaga ducent aequora, cum telis ad latus ire volet? ure, puer, quaeso, tua qui ferus otia liquit atque iterum erronem sub tua signa voca.
For the camp is Macer bound. What shall become of gentle Love? Must he go with him and stoutly bear his arms about his neck? And, weapons in hand, will he be at the gallants side whether his path lie over the distant mainland or the tossing seas? Young sir, I prithee, brand the rebel that has left thy haunts of peace: call back the truant to thy banners.
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