Terra tuum spinis obducat, lena, sepulcrum, et tua, quod non vis, sentiat umbra sitim; nec sedeant cineri Manes, et Cerberus ultor turpia ieiuno terreat ossa sono! docta vel Hippolytum Veneri mollire negantem, concordique toro pessima semper avis, Penelopen quoque neglecto rumore mariti nubere lascivo cogeret Antinoo.
May the earth cover your grave with thorns, bawd, and, what you abhor, may your shade feel thirst; may your spirit find no peace with your ashes, but may avenging Cerberus terrify your vile bones with hungry howl. Skilled to win over even Hippolytus who said no to love, and ever the worst omen to a happy union, she could force Penelope herself to disregard the rumour of her husbands safety, and marry dissolute Antinous.
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