Ianitor pone stabuli ostium humi cubitans etiam nunc semisomnus, Quid? Tu inquit ignoras latronibus infestari vias, qui hoc noctis iter incipis? Nam etsi tu alicuius facinoris tibi conscius scilicet mori cupis, nos cucurbitae caput non habemus ut pro te moriamur.
The porter, who was lying on the ground behind the inns entrance still half-asleep, answered: What? dont you know that the roads are infested with robbers? Do you want to start travelling at this hour of the night? Even if you have some crime on your conscience and are eager to die, I am not enough of a melon-head to die for you.
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