You and I may still cherish fondness in our hearts for each other, but how dare we reasonably hope for more?
Evil times are at hand.

If your uncle's party prevail in the struggle, my ruin is assured.

But not yours.
There are many worthy men who would be proud to take in marriage the niece of the next consul; and with one of these you can live happily.
Do not try to forget me.

I don't ask that.

But do not let my misfortune cast a shadow over your dear life.