Weep for my misfortunes — the gloomy tablets have returned; the ill-omened letter denies that she can today.
Omens are something; just when she wanted to depart, Nape stood still, having struck her toes against the threshold.
Sent out of doors again, remember to cross the threshold more cautiously and to lift your foot high, soberly!
§1.12.7Ite hinc, difficiles, funebria ligna, tabellae, §1.12.8Tuque, negaturis cera referta notis! —
Go hence, troublesome tablets, funeral wood, and you, wax filled with notes that will deny!
Which, I think, gathered from the flower of tall hemlock, the Corsican bee sent under infamous honey.
Yet you were red, as if thoroughly dyed with cinnabar — that color was truly bloody.
§1.12.13Proiectae triviis iaceatis, inutile lignum, §1.12.14Vosque rotae frangat praetereuntis onus!
May you lie cast out at the crossroads, useless wood, and may the weight of a passing wheel crush you!
And even him, who turned you from a tree into this use, I will prove did not have clean hands.
§1.12.17Praebuit illa arbor misero suspendia collo, §1.12.18Carnifici diras praebuit illa cruces; §1.12.19Illa dedit turpes raucis bubonibus umbras, §1.12.20Vulturis in ramis et strigis ova tulit.
That tree offered hanging for a miserable neck, it offered dreadful crosses to the executioner; It gave ugly shade to hoarse owls, and bore the eggs of the vulture and the screech-owl on its branches.
Did I, insane, entrust our love to these, and give soft words to be carried to my mistress?
§1.12.23Aptius hae capiant vadimonia garrula cerae, §1.12.24Quas aliquis duro cognitor ore legat; §1.12.25Inter ephemeridas melius tabulasque iacerent, §1.12.26In quibus absumptas fleret avarus opes.
These waxes would more fitly hold wordy recognizances, which some advocate might read with a hard voice; they would lie better among account books and ledgers, in which a miser might weep over spent wealth.
§1.12.27Ergo ego vos rebus duplices pro nomine sensi.
Therefore I have found you double in reality, in accordance with your name.
§1.12.28Auspicii numerus non erat ipse boni.
The very number was not of good omen.