quae tibi si veris animis est questa puella, hac eadem rursus, Lygdame, curre via, et mea cum multis lacrimis mandata reporta, iram, non fraudes esse in amore meo, me quoque consimili impositum torrerier igni: iurabo bis sex integer esse dies.
If my sweetheart so complained in all sincerity to you then run back again, Lygdamus, by the same route, and amid much weeping convey this message: that there is anger but not betrayal in my love, that I too am roasted on a fire like hers; I will swear to having been continent these past twelve days.
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