et nunc maesta quidem grave et illaetabile munus, ut timeam doleamque, rogo; sed cum oscula rumpet maesta dies, cum rauca dabunt abeuntibus armis signa tubae saevoque genas fulgebitis auro, ei mihi, care parens, iterum fortasse rogabo! Illius umenti carpens pater oscula vultu: non equidem has umquam culparim, nata, querelas; pone metus, laudanda rogas nec digna negari.
In sadness now I ask a heavy, joyless boon'to fear and grieve. But when the sorrowful day shall break our kisses and the trumpets give their harsh signals to the departing host and your faces shall gleam with cruel gold, then, alas, perhaps, dear father, I shall ask a second time.  The father answered, taking kisses from her tearful face: Never, daughter, should I blame these plaints. Lay fears aside; what you ask is praiseworthy nor meet to be denied.
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