Alfene immemor atque unanimis false sodalibus,
iam te nil miseret, dure, tui dulcis amiculi?
iam me prodere, iam non dubitas fallere, perfide?
nec facta impia fallacum hominum caelicolis placent.
quae tu neglegis, ac me miserum deseris in malis;
eheu quid faciant, dic, homines cuive habeant fidem?
certe tute iubebas animam tradere, inique, me
inducens in amorem, quasi tuta omnia mi forent.
idem nunc retrahis te ac tua dicta omnia factaque
ventos irrita ferre ac nebulas aereas sinis.
si tu oblitus es, at di meminerunt, meminit Fides,
quae te ut paeniteat postmodo facti faciet tui.
Alfenus, heedless, false to your concordant fellows,
Oh, have you now no pity, monster, for your sweet friend?
Now you don’t stick at betraying and cheating me, you traitor?
The disloyal acts of deceitful men don’t please the gods.
These truths you disregard and leave me in wretched straits;
Tell me, what should men do, or wherein put their trust?
You wretch, you ordered me to give my soul to you,
And led me into love, as if all were safe for me.
And now you withdraw yourself and let all you said and did,
Worthless, blow with the winds and through the airy clouds.
Maybe you’ve forgotten, but the gods and Faith have not,
And they’ll make sure you pay for your bad deed in the end.
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