Infit illa cum gladio, Hic est, soror Panthia, carus Endymion, hic Catamitus meus, qui diebus ac noctibus illusit aetatulam meam, hic qui meis amoribus subterhabitis non solum me diffamat probris, verum etiam fugam instruit.
The one with the sword began: This, sister Panthia, is my darling Endymion, my Ganymede. This is the one who made sport of my tender youth day and night, the one who disdained my love and not only slandered me with his insults but even plotted to escape.
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