Credis me potuisse meae maledicere vitae?
Ambobus mihi quae carior est oculis?
Non potui, nec, si possem, tam perdite amarem
Sed tu cum Tappone omnia monstra facis.

Do you think I could speak ill of my own life,
she who’s dearer to me than my two eyes?
I couldn’t, nor, if I could, would I love so desperately:
but you, with Tappo, you do everything monstrous.