Num tu, dure, paras Phrygias nunc ire per undas et petere Hyrcani litora rauca maris, spargere et alterna communis caede Penates et ferre ad patrios praemia dira Lares? quo fugis ah demens? nullast fuga: tu licet usque ad Tanain fugias, usque sequetur Amor.
Hard-hearted man, are you now planning to sail the Phrygian waves and seek the wild shores of the Caspian sea, to stain common house-gods with each others blood and bring back dread trophies to ancestral hearths? Whither do you flee, madman? There is no escape: though you flee to the Don, Love will follow you all the way.
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