Jupiter the Just, himself, assists my prayers, let her grieve herself for what Hypsipyle bewails, a rival. But if our water does foam under your oar. At fate’s call, the white swan, despondent on the grass. I was not born in Greece, in Phthia, or great Mycenae. I don’t bring Greeks and bloodstained weapons. Attack my body with your naked sword. With the sword have others stolen away the maids they loved; shall this letter, discreetly written, be called a crime? One contends that my affliction is the work of chance; another says that my destined husband finds not favour with the gods; and, lest you think yourself untouched by what men say, there are also some who think you the cause, by poisonous arts. She’s on fire with your love: just so, she loved Menelaus; now, too trusting, he lies there in an empty bed. About Heroides. and I was an important person in my country. you’ll find each one a thunderbolt falling on you! Hypsipyle to Jason It is he who swims, but he limbs of Leander and all my hopes hang on the selfsame wave. Look, nurse is pouring drops into auspicious fires.4 “To-morrow,” she says, “we shall be more,” and herself drinks of the wine. In fact you would have been safe and sound because of me. Spare a maid in distress, O goddess whose joy is the painted quiver, and grant me the health-bringing aid of thy brother! Theseus and his son have seized on two sisters: build twin memorials to us then in your house! Agamemnon regrets his anger. Yet neither Juno nor Hymen, but dismal bloodstained Erinys. She drops water into the flame of the lamp, either to clear the wick or to honour the omen. Oh prevent her! You can and I deserve it. Indeed it’s even said you’ll set full sails to the South wind. The course of my fate holds true to the end. Begotten by stones, or hills, or native oaks, on tall cliffs, by savage beasts, or by the sea. The thing you complain of has power to join you to me. Your sister Cassandra once chanted, (now I recall). An insistent crowd of suitors comes to ruin us. especially when love is wounded, because, Venus, it’s said. and mingle many kisses with your requests. He is the one to stroke those dear hands, and to sit by you while ill, hated by me and by the gods above – and while he feels with his thumb your throbbing artery, he oft makes this the excuse for holding your fair, white arm, and touches your bosom, and, it may be, kisses you. BOOK 1 Book 2 Book 3 Book 4 Book 5 Book 6 Book 7 Book 8 Book 9 Book 10 Book 11 Book 12 Book 13 Book 14 Book 15 card: lines 1-4 lines 5-88 lines 89-162 lines 163-252 lines 253-347 lines 348-415 lines 416-451 lines 452-524 lines 525-566 lines 567-649 lines 650-711 lines 712-745 lines 746ff. and the heart of life was empty of feeling. A favouring wind it was that brought me back from my going, and hindered the way that had little happiness for me. Exact my punishment, wounded Honour, and by the violated. Ah! The chaste favourite of the goddess, courted by Phaedra, who compassed his death because of his refusal. to be sent as a gift to some woman of Priam’s household. Either you care no longer for the hoped-for maid, whom with hard heart you are letting waste away to an unworthy death, or if in vain you beseech for me the cruel goddess, why boast yourself to me? often I delight in driving a light chariot through the dust. Heroides. You dared to embrace me, and, clinging to my neck. that stiffens, parched by the continual sun. I wept that tricks might fail of success. If I lose that, I’ll join my husband and my brothers: why even order it? and another pledge being given, you’ll again deceive. or throw my body down on the grassy earth. May the false swearing of my lady come upon my head, I pray; mine be the penalty, and she thus be safe! This was destined too: one House pleased both of us: your beauty captivated me, your father’s my sister. ‘But the god orders me to go.’ I wish he had prevented your. departs weary of being questioned by me, about you: and what he’ll deliver to you, if he sees you anywhere. and the torch better fitted to plunge beneath my funeral pyre? But I have not looked to myself, and you will not touch. 20. The sea, I grant, is not yet fit for the swimmer; but yesternight the gale was gentler. If not, I have the courage to pour away my life: your harshness cannot endure within me long. Thus I’d curse you more harshly than if you died. You swore to me by the sea, all stirred by winds and waves. 15. I’m happy in their number, as well, and produced twin boys. Breaking my brother’s bones with his three-knotted club. For a translation into English of Ovid The Amores, see Kline's public domain version.Elegy titles are based on this translation. She spoke: her servants led her away, her madness in full flight. This is not a letter created by a Mycenean hand. As the body, so is the soul of tender women frail – delay but a little longer, and I shall die! Where is that Hymen now, who, through long years of friendship. IX Deianira to Hercules . Epistulae. For I call to mind your coming once when the flood was not less fierce and threatening – or not much less; when I cried to you: “ be ever rash with such good fortune, lest wretched I may have to weep for your courage!” Whence this new fear, and whither has that boldness fled? can create, that help you can bring to me. HEROIDES EPISTLES 6 - 10, TRANSLATED BY GRANT SHOWERMAN VI. and her constellation outshines the lesser stars. I saw my husband, how dear to me, spilled on the cruel earth. of whom old Nereus well might wish to be a grandfather to the wife. – unless perhaps you have found some new writing the reading whereof ensnares even the mighty gods. X Ariadne to Theseus . Should I wait, for you who are absent and never wish to see me? but a cruel stepmother stood in the way of that undertaking. over the fields, would she spare my children? Lost, I fear lest I lose, and harm the one who harmed. What death would have been fitting reward for such treachery? What the conqueror granted his enemy, I ask as a friend. Yet I was not. The following are summaries of each of the elegies in Ovid's Amores Book I. – you would have thought ill of my body, and now it would need no help; but I met with praise, and now I groan; now you two with your strife are my despair, and my own beauty itself wounds me. 3. Do not write ‘Sychaeus’s Elissa’, when I’m consumed by fire. and every healing root, growing in the world. give you that water which quenches parching thirst! Ah, wretched me! or the supreme power entrusted to you by the sceptre. I pray that I might be swallowed by some sudden crack in the earth. a sweet friend clasps you to her warm breast. She who could scatter the torn limbs of her brother, Absyrtus. Not for you the unbarring of a harsh husband’s gate. [151] Nevertheless, after saying this, after firmly refusing myself to you, after having finished pleading the cause of my promise to you, I confess I fear the anger of Leto’s cruel daughter and suspect that from her comes my body’s ill. For why is it that, as oft as the sacraments for marriage are made ready, so oft the limbs of the bride-to-be sink down in languor? and again wretched, because when I am far removed from you, perhaps that other, he whom I least could wish, is with you! and the light dust on your distinguished face. May fate only let me return: I leave here as your husband, your husband I’ll always be. Any one of them was enough to imprison me. and if anyone asks why you decline to fight –. You wept and saw my eyes filled with tears: we both mixed our grief and tears together. How many times you dismissed me repeatedly! and rides high above Bacchus’s team of harnessed tigers. [229] These words Phoebe, she of the darts, bade me in my dreams to write you; these words in my waking hours Love bade me write. bring you back, nor do you return moved by my love. possunt MSS. have regard for anxious Briseis, mighty Achilles. I add tears also to these prayers. The fears of the absent, too, are multiplied by distance. I’ll be a humble servant spinning out the day’s work. you look upon, tossed by the winds, by which you are preparing your departure, despite the threatening floods. I heard a voice: I thought it the nymphs’ wailing: it was the Furies giving warning of my fate. “Vir” is used in two senses – “husband” and “man of courage.” Or are all waking, and does he fear his kin? Love’s a credulous thing. Scoundrel, away with your hands! forced us to shelter under the roof of a cave. Ah me, that you rejoice and are pleased by that state of my will! though I complain of his treachery, still I love him more. Pity this worthy girl! Whatever might give Jupiter pleasure he declared lawful. to King Agamemnon – however this is your fault: when Eurybates and Talthybius both called to take me. Whatever you read, will be blotted with tears: but still even tears carry the weight of my voice. She abandoned Colchis – I have my Lemnos. and scratched my wet cheeks with sharp nails, and filled sacred Ida with howls of complaint. Cydippe was snared by the apple, an apple snared Schoeneus’ child7; you now of a truth will be a second Hippomenes! and, scarce having heard your name aright, gave you a kingdom. Come, imagine, if you were snatched up by a swift whirlwind –. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. Should some victim die at a blow because of the harm to me? with what great waves the shores are beaten, and what dark clouds envelop and hide the day! and a glorious part in the fighting was sweet. Not through your fault was I claimed by Agamemnon but you failed me If my tongue should speak my mind, ‘twere you more justly deserved my anger – you, for having spread the net for me. surely, when you reach the place you wish, you’ll be an enemy. Now do you think he is putting off the robe from his shoulders, and now rubbing the rich oil into his limbs?” She signs assent, most likely; not that she cares for my kisses, but slumber creeps upon her and lets nod her ancient head. –, Then truly I tore my clothes, and beat my breast. If you were their future supporter escaped from the fire. Thessalian cattle: and was wounded by my passion. It’s been said that a barbarous sorceress came back with you. I’ve tried to speak to you three times, three times my tongue. Why sow seed in the sand? Where now those many pledges of ours? You and I, too, are entering upon a contest with different minds; our hopes are not equal, nor are our fears the same. Excuse for past offence your ignorance will supply – the agreement you read had fallen from your mind. You told me this, but in winning me you suppressed it. Thrice now has Hymenaeus come to the altars reared for me and fled, turning his back upon the threshold of my wedding-chamber; the lights so oft replenished by his lazy hand scarce rise again, scarce does he keep the torch alight by waving it. Hypermnestra to Lynceus not because you deserved it, but because I am kind. Stay your fears, maiden! what I did is wrong because of its result, also lacks success. I do not say these words because you have given sign that such grief will come to me, or because some recent tale has made me anxious, but because I fear everything – for who that loved was ever free from care? If you spare not yourself, spare the maid beloved by you, who never will be safe unless you are so! [65] In fine, so only you are forced to confess yourself caught, be, if you will, a maid caught by my treachery. and kill so many men, with the help of one! Noble he is, to be sure, and of famous stock, but he does not trace his line from the Ulysses thou dost not trust. Ah! What there is left, I do; and you, O sole delight of mine, I love with even greater love than could be returned to me! escaped the labyrinth with the help of Ariadne, my sister. Only his wife could persuade the man – happier was she! Who’d give possession of his fields to an unknown? If I now said to you: ‘Bravest, you too swear to me. Add that she favours attributing your long list of deeds to herself. Have I passed thy altars by, among those of so many deities of heaven?8 Has thy mother been scorned by mine?9 I have sinned in naught except that I have read a false oath, and been clever with unpropitious verse. Then could Medea have ended well! that gleamed towards me from the height of the prow: It grew nearer, and the boat touched shore with the swift breeze: with trembling heart I saw a female face. It is his doing that you are facing such dire hazards of life – and would that he who causes them might perish in your place! Laodamia to Protesilaus The dragon defeated. often I’ve led swift hounds over the long slopes. Why does rumour reach me, with news, before a letter: the sacred bulls of Mars going under the yoke, a crop of warriors growing from scattered seed. California Digital Library. I might have known where you were fighting, and only fear the war. She wanders through the tombs, clothes loose, hair dishevelled. But that of mine that’s hidden in your pregnant womb, will live, and we should both be parents to it!’. Anthony S. Kline A complete English translation and Mythological index 'I change but I cannot die.' Must I suffer for having pleased? Meanwhile, since the billows will not let the swimmer come, let the letter that I send you soften the hated hours of delay. The elm’s not smothered, by the vine, more closely, Ah how many times, when you complained the wind. Telamon won Hesione, Briseis was taken by Achilles; each of a surety followed the victor as her lord. and a helmet that presses down on your hair. 7. We burn with equal fires, but I am not equal to you in strength; men, methinks, must have stronger natures. In a word, even grant you could compare their hazards, regard the issue – for she lies ill, and he is strong. a cause of envy to the neighbouring peoples. How could reading a letter harm you? and a horse captured from the herd scarcely suffers the harness. If it all came to pass, and the gods did not delay your hopes. I have often wished I might return, deceiving my guard: but whoever might catch this timid girl, is an enemy. the mother of Love, was born naked from Cythera’s waters. your ships, to seek domains in Italy, where, you do not know. and my anxieties are open to wide speculation. wounded, complain of you, who are my own if you allow it. If you had cared for justice, or cared for what was right, you yourself should have given my passion the way. 7. Immediately the perjury of your false tongue will strike you. This is what the god says, this his prophet, and this the verses I read – surely, the wish of your heart lacks no support in prophetic verse! Why complain at the sense of duty of an indifferent husband? no doubt, so that though I came with a dowry, you might reject me. Perhaps, false one, you yet pass the night with me, though against your will; perhaps you come, though yourself you do not wish to come. I would not break my marriage contract through sin –. do you so often, so wrongly, trust the waters you’ve tried? to her father-in-law Peleus, descendant of Jove and Aegina. 7. Can it be that, when thou didst wish to bathe in shady pool, I without witting cast eyes upon thee at thy bath? Deceive thus other maids – let a letter follow an apple! A. S. Kline's open access poetry archive offering modern, high-quality translations of classic texts by famous poets, original poetry and critical work. Cease to invite forth the cruel bow of he spirited virgin; she still may be appeased, if only you allow. Either the market-place holds you, or the sports of the supple wrestling-ground, or you turn with bit the neck of the responsive steed; now you take the bird with the snare, now the fish with the hook; and the later hours you while away with the wine before you. And perhaps you tell her, that your wife’s an innocent, Let me be deceived, and let this charge vanish in thin air. And, what were superfluous, girls of outstanding beauty. to cause deception, with my doubtful web. That is the land of my fathers; nor, if you look with favour on high-born names, am I to be charged with brith from grandsires of no repute. 6. I leapt up immediately, and tearing my tunic from my breast, I shouted: ‘Does he live, or does death call me, also?’. I scarcely believe you live even with a god as witness. Whether the sea contains the danger, or the land. nothing but to add: FAREWELL. She will find that the goddess had you and yours at heart. It is wedlock with you that I ask, and the faith you pledged me, not a crime; as your destined husband, not as a deceiver, do I love. She – I don’t begrudge it –is blessed with a better husband. and yours that she stole with her magic arts. and you might have been betrayed yourself, by your rules: The swift Satyrs, with hasty foot, an insolent crowd, searched for me (I hid secretly in the woods). You may recall the words which the fruit I plucked from the tree and threw to you brought to your chaste hands; you will find that in them you promise me what I pray that you, maiden, rather than the goddess, will remember, I am still as fearful as ever, but my fear has grown keener than it was; for the flame of my love has waxed with being delayed, and taken on strength, and the passion that was never slight has now grown great, fed by long time and the hope that you had given. We’re slow to believe what wounds. Venus’ self will smile upon your venture; child of the sea, the paths of the sea she will make smooth. And now I feel an added fear, lest someone besides the nurse who shares my secret may see that we are interchanging words. He seems already, too, to feel in some way suspicion of me; for his tears oft fall for some hidden cause, his flatteries are less bold, he asks for few kisses, and calls me his own in tones that are but timid. she could move woods, and natural rocks, from their place. She will hear these words – and then, recalling what she has heard, will ask of you from what husband comes those pangs. For why, though Phrixus and Phrixus’ sister both rode this way, did the maiden alone give name to these wide waters? and the same wind will carry off your sails and promises. was sponsor and guarantor to me of marriage? Bacchus was my grandfather: as Bacchus’s wife she wears a crown. Our generals return to Greece, the altars smoke. Of what avail to you now the formal words of an oath, and the tongue that called on present deity to witness? and you will, unless you’re harder than an oak. Ah me! I wish you could see my appearance as I write: I write, and a Trojan sword lies in my lap: and tears fall from my cheeks onto the naked blade. I speak you well for your safety – so far as you give me chance; yet of this very thing I should have been informed by message of your own. soon you must give the last offerings to my ashes. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. But I shed tears endlessly and tore my hair: I am unhappy finding myself, once more, a prisoner. Acontius to Cydippe Conquered, I beg you, and clasp your knees with royal arms. We burn with equal fires, but I am not equal to you in strength; men, methinks, must have stronger natures. he may also fix your affections as I wish. His divine mother, Venus, and the son’s pious burden, his old father. I will have offered my arms up to your wickedness. you swore by Neptune, your grandfather, unless that too is a lie. so, no doubt, you could return quickly to my harm. I beg you, spare this house that surrenders ownership to you! In the twenty-one poems of the Heroides, Ovid gave voice to the heroines and heroes of epic and myth.These deeply moving literary epistles reveal the happiness and torment of love, as the writers tell of their pain at separation, forgiveness of infidelity or anger at betrayal. if I might be restored as your wife, I’d be as before your going. and Antinous, and others: all of them, with your blood? I give thanks for your safety, as much as you might allow: yet surely the letter itself should have come from you. Penelope to Ulysses He groans and sighs in his silent breast, for he suffers my displeasure without deserving it. which never ceases to be strung, grows slack. may she be bereaved of similar children, and her husband! and I read ‘Oenone’, written there by your knife: And as the trunk grows, my name grows the same: grow, and rise straight, in honour of my name! Phyllis, your Thracian friend, complains to you, Demophoon. Rather, save my life, your gift to me! the reason for his delay, or in what land he cruelly hides. You might call it violence, and hide her crime, by a word: but she who gets raped so often, offers herself to rape. I am alike in torment whether you wed, or whether you are ill, nor can I say which I should wish the less; at times I waste with grief at thought that I may be cause of pain to you, and my wiles the cause of your wounds. – a favouring wind was that! Cydippe, I fear to tell you the truth, lest I seem to warn you falsely, for the sake of my plea; yet tell it I must. [169] But for me – ah, wretched! Let someone see us embrace: we’ll both be praised. Come now, show your respect for your worthy father’s bed like this: he who fled, and himself disowned his deeds. [91] But no, be rather as you are than as you were wont to be before; make your way when the sea is placid, and be safe – so you are only the same, so we only love each other, as you write, and that flame of ours turn not to chill ashes. nor your father: she’s a daughter-in-law come from the frozen pole. If you injure one you love, ‘twill be reason to love your foe – to save me, I pray you, will to wish my doom! For what fault of mine did I deserve to become worthless to you, Achilles? If I had seemed misshapen to you – and would I had! that brings the cloud, when tomorrow’s dawn shines clear. Whatever it may mean, I fear; and you – nor smile at my dreams, nor trust your arms except to a tranquil sea! If hostile winds as they ought had forced you and your friends, to enter my harbour, and I’d come out to meet you with young twins –, surely you’d have asked the earth to swallow you! the wife hangs on her husband’s words as he speaks. If your mind’s eager for war, if Iulus asks, what victorious part, might fall to him in battle, we’ll have no lack of enemies, to offer him, for him to overcome: here he can cultivate. Briseis to Achilles and if your power cannot spare me, spare them! may whoever of your race you brought, so conquer. I took council (not afraid of much as yet) with old women. [1] All fearful, I read what you wrote without so much as a murmur, lest my tongue unwittingly might swear by some divinity. And you ghost, and spirit, and ashes of my Sychaeus. Why, unless you’re ignorant of how furious the seas can be. 4. Let me have leave to stand weeping before your face, and my tears have leave to add their own speech; and let me, like a slave in fear of bitter stripes, stretch out submissive hands to touch your feet! and the slender stretch of land hears both their waters. 17. I read your treacherous verse, O mighty poet! A vast natural cliff looks down onto the deep. Aeneas, you’re determined to break your pledge, loose. [65] I would I had either never – or not at that time – known Delos in the Aegean waters! She was there and, present as she was, marked your words, and seemed, by the shaking of her locks, to have accepted them. Demophoon, you gave words, and sails, to the wind: I long for the sails’ return, lacking faith in the words. – my limbs are parched with fever, and the stuffs that cover me are heavier than their wont; I see my parents weeping over me, and instead of the wedding-torch the torch of death is at hand. I, your companion, was given to Eurybates and Talthybius. TORRENT download. This is the reason why, as oft as you attempt to break your oath, she corrects your sin. [119] But you will not sin against me, and my fears of such troubles are vain. While I foolishly fear it, that is your wilfulness. I never expected to suffer this wound from your enemy. I am not the one to chide Paris for what he did, nor any one who, to become a husband, has been a man.2 I, too – but I say nothing! Commentary references to this page (1): Charles Simmons, The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Books XIII and XIV, 13.507; Cross-references to this page (2): P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours, A Note on the Translations; Sulpicia, Carmina Omnia, 1 THAT WHAT ONCE WAS WRITTEN ON IT NOW HATH HAD FULFILMENT FAIR. Latona, mother of Apollo and Diana. Ah, prophetess, you were only too right about my woes: Though her beauty is distinguished, she’s truly adulterous: captivated by a guest, abandoning her husband’s gods. You know not your own right; call me! when Venus and Juno, and Minerva, who is more comely armed. You men, now in the chase, and now husbanding the genial acres of the country, consume long hours in the varied tasks that keep you. and my reputation not buried by our union! (Version 1) * Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Valerius’ life and works * Features the complete extant text of ‘Argonautica’, in both English translation and the original Latin * Concise introduction to the text * Includes J. H. Mozley’s translation, … Who will comfort my tenderness when I’m deserted? This is your work – your work, and that of your eyes, brighter than the fiery stars, and the cause of my burning love; this is the work of your golden tresses and that ivory throat, and the hands which I pray to have clasp my neck, and your comely features, modest yet not rustic, and feet which Thetis’ own methinks could scarcely equal. If I might have been ransomed to you by Atrides, at a price. and the wild boar fall, pierced by your opposing spear: may the nymphs, though you’re said to hate the girls. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Glancing at each other’s face, they questioned. I am not disturbed that I helped you with harbour and shelter: but that should have been the end of my kindnesses! if I wait here, as I waited while Troy still stood. Choose which case you will; you do not wish to placate Diana – you have forgotten me; you have no power with her – ‘tis she has forgotten you! Neither by nature nor by practice am I so cunning; believe me, maid, it is you who make me skilful. don’t worry me, nor fear of the boar’s curving tooth. That severity of yours suits you, hair placed without art. poured out a lover’s slow kisses, through long moments. I surely should hear the sounding winds with joy, and should pray for the waters never to be calm. by Venus, and those weapons, made so much so to me. When she’s exhausted sea and land, let her try the air: may she wander helpless, hopeless, bloodied by her crimes. and my complaints would then have be joined with many others. Tlepolemus’s death is then a new cause of anxiety to me. Venus, spare your daughter-in-law, and Love, my brother. so that there was a sound ship ready for your desertion: I gave you oars so that you might abandon me in flight. So may Helen grieve and weep, abandoned by her lover. Storms obstruct you. you’ll be known by these or similar lines: ‘Demophoon, the guest, gave loving Phyllis to death: he offered her reason to die, by her own hand. If only it’s thoughtless speech. carried her torches of ill-luck before me. I’m yours, I should. [1] Lay aside your rears! What was the object of my wiles but the one thing – to be united with you? whether she should be returned to the Greeks: consult as to what grave Antenor, or Priam himself, would urge. ran through solid bone, as I heard that being told. War broke out. 1. If I wrong you by loving, I confess I shall wrong you for ever, and strive to win you; though you shun my suit, I shall ever strive. While the land, you force yourself on, hides and shuns your ships. on which letters are carved, testaments to us. Perhaps suffering’s better, since I’m indeed contemptible, forsaken: here fear shakes my bones – alas the wretchedness! A wide tower, open on all sides, surveys the waves: there I suffer and tears wet my face and breast. in a hasty grave: they are always sacred, to my judgement: and by the three spirits of my brave brothers, gods to me. However indignation grants itself a coward’s weapons. I wish that you too might be altered like the winds. 26-16 a.Ch.n. Outcomes justify actions.’ I hope that anyone who thinks. you might wish to abandon one who deceived. 10. Grant that like chance for coming be given you soon; this chance was the better, surely, since ‘twas the earlier. should you let your mind fear those empty names. When you were a poor man, and a shepherd driving the flock. You have but now been admonished not only by word of mine, but as well by those mishaps of health you are wont to suffer as oft as you try to evade your promise. What god opposes my prayers with his divine will? love’s sought, and its nature’s to be bought, by magic practices. Ah, may I rather perish than be wounded by such a crime, may fate overtake me ere you incur that guilt! O I wish, at that time when he sought Sparta with his fleet. Yet why should you come to me? Just as they are, in haste I leave my words unfinished, and the letter I have begun is hid in my trembling bosom. say, wretch, with what look would you have gazed at me, and your children? Scamander, rush backwards, turn your streams around! See you relate in order how you first became known to me, while she was herself making sacrifice to the goddess of the quiver; how at sight of you, if perchance you noticed, I straight stood still with eyes fixed on your charms; and how, while I gazed on you too eagerly – sure mark of love’s madness – my cloak slipped from my shoulder and fell; how, after than, in some way came the rolling apple, with its treacherous words in clever character; and how, because they were read in holy Diana’s presence, you were bound by a pledge with deity to witness. Let me be the cause of shame to you, in his silent breast, for you who ’ set! My harm for seven years, by these letters, over which you were go! Resolute army out the fated thread of mortal life should have held me back first.! Because, Venus, and the sea, and I see your ships was:. In attendance, howled at this love for a daughter-in-law from a weapon, my and!, hides and shuns your ships comes as bitter punishment deny that, at blow. 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