§566Per facinus soror est cui sua facta parens.
(like him) whose sister, through a crime, became his own parent.
And may that kind of weapon cling in your bones, by which it is handed down that the son-in-law of Icarius fell.
And as inside the maple horse the talkative throat was crushed, so may the way of your voice be closed by a thumb.
Or like Anaxarchus, may you be ground down in a deep mortar, and may your struck bones resound instead of the usual grain.
§573Utque patrem Psamathes, condat te Phoebus in ima §574Tartara, quod natae fecerat ille suae. §575Inque tuos ea pestis eat, quam dextra Coroebi §576Vicit, opem miseris Argolisinque tulit.
And as Psamathe's father did to his own daughter, may Phoebus hide you in deepest Tartarus; and may that plague go upon your kin, which the right hand of Coroebus conquered and brought help to the miserable Argive women.
And as the grandson of Aethra, about to die because of Venus' anger, was shaken out as an exile from his terrified horses, (so may you be).
As the host destroyed his ward because of great wealth, so may your host destroy you because of scanty wealth.
And as they say six brothers were slain along with Damasichthon, so may all your race perish with you.
As the lyre-player added his own death to his miserable children, so may there be a just loathing of your life for you.
Or like Pelops' sister, may you grow hard with the stone that rises, and Battus himself harmed by his own tongue.
If you throw a discus into the clear air, may you fall struck by the disc, like the Oebalian boy.
If any wave is beaten by your alternating arms, let every water be worse for you than the Abydene water.
As the comic poet perished in the midst of the waves while swimming, so may the Stygian liquid strangle your mouth.
Or when, shipwrecked, you have overcome the windy sea, may you perish when the ground is touched, like Palinurus.
And as Diana's protection tore the cothurnated poet, so may a crowd of watchful dogs tear you also.
Or like the Trinacrian, may you leap upon the face of the giant, where Sicanian Aetna vomits most flames.
And may the Strymonian mothers tear your limbs with mad claws, having thought you to be Orpheus.
As the son of Althaea burned though the flames were absent, so may your funeral pyre burn by the fire of the log.
§603Ut nova Phasiaca comprensa est nupta corona, §604Utque pater nuptae, cumque parente domus; §605Ut cruor Herculeos abiit diffusus in artus; §606Corpora pestiferum sic tua virus edat.
As the new bride was enveloped by the Phasian crown, and as the father of the bride, and the house along with the parent; as the blood poured out spread into the Herculean limbs; so may a pestilential poison consume your body.
— May this blow of a new weapon, with which its own offspring avenged Lycurgus upon the Penthalid, await you also.
And like Milo, may you attempt to pull apart the splitting oak, and be unable to withdraw your trapped hands from it.
And may you be harmed by your own gifts, like Icarus, against whom a drunken crowd brought armed hands.
And what the pious daughter did out of grief for her father's death, make it so that your throat goes through the bonds of a noose.
And may you suffer hunger, with the threshold of your house blocked, like him to whom his mother herself gave the law of punishment.
Following his example, may you violate the statues of Minerva, who lightly turned his course from the port of Aulis.
Or like the son of Nauplius, pay the penalty for a false crime by death, and may it not help you that you did not deserve it.
§621— Aethalon ut vita spoliavit Isindius hospes, §622Quem memor a sacris nunc quoque pellit Ion: §623Utque Melanthea tenebris a caede latentem §624Prodidit officio luminis ipsa parens: §625Sic tua coniectis fodiantur pectora telis, §626Sic precor auxiliis impediare tuis.
— As the Isindian host despoiled Aethalas of life, whom the mindful Ionian even now excludes from the sacred rites: and as his mother herself, by the service of a light, betrayed him who was hiding in the darkness after the slaughter of Melanthius: so may your breast be pierced by thrown weapons, so I pray you be hindered by your own helps.
Such a night as was led for the timid Phrygian under the agreement of the horses which brave Achilles drove, let such a night pass for you.
§629Nec tu quam Rhesus somno meliore quiescas, §630Quam comites Rhesi tum necis, ante viae; §631Quam quos cum Rutulo morti Ramnete dederunt §632Impiger Hyrtacides Hyrtacidaeque comes.
And may you rest in no better sleep than Rhesus, than the companions of Rhesus then of death, before of the road; than those whom, along with the Rutulian Ramnes, to death gave the active son of Hyrtacus and the companion of the son of Hyrtacus.
Or like the son of Clinias, surrounded by dark fires, may you bear your half-burned limbs to Stygian death.
And like Remus who dared to cross the recent walls, may rustic weapons be harmful to your head.
Finally, among Sarmatian and Getic arrows, I pray that you may live and die in these places.
These things have been sent to you meanwhile in a sudden book, lest you complain that we are unmindful of you.
Few indeed, I confess: but may the gods grant more than what is asked, and may they multiply my vows with their favor.