Hoc verumst, tota te ferri, Cynthia, Roma, et non ignota vivere nequitia? haec merui sperare? dabis mihi, perfida, poenas; et nobis aliquo, Cynthia, ventus erit.
Is it right, Cynthia, for your name to be known throughout Rome as a woman of ill-repute, and for you to proudly live a life filled with disgrace? Have I done something wrong to deserve this? Since you have betrayed me, I will take revenge by leaving and finding a new place to live.