Rufus believed friend to me in vain and to no purpose
(in vain? rather with a great and evil price)
Is this the way you creep up to me, and burning my inner organs
you snatched away all our good things from miserable me?
You snatched away, alas alas cruel posion of our life,
alas alas plague of our friendship.

Rufe, mihi frustra ac nequiquam credite amice
(frustra? immo magno cum pretio atque malo),
sicine subrepsti mi, atque intestina perurens
ei misero eripuisti omnia nostra bona?
eripuisti, heu heu nostrae crudele venenum
vitae, heu heu nostrae pestis amicitiae.