Romanae turres et vos valeatis, amici, qualiscumque mihi tuque, puella, vale! ergo ego nunc rudis Hadriaci vehar aequoris hospes, cogar et undisonos nunc prece adire deos.
Farewell, ye towers of Rome, and farewell, friends, and you, sweetheart, however you have treated me, farewell! So now I shall sail as a new guest of the Adriatic, and now be forced to approach with prayer the gods of the roaring waves.
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