§3.2.1'Non ego nobilium sedeo studiosus equorum; §3.2.2Cui tamen ipsa faves, vincat ut ille, precor.
'I do not sit here as a fan of noble horses; yet I pray that the one whom you yourself favor may win.
I came so that I might speak with you, and sit with you, lest the love which you inspire should be unknown to you.
§3.2.5Tu cursus spectas, ego te; spectemus uterque §3.2.6Quod iuvat, atque oculos pascat uterque suos.
You watch the races, I watch you; let us each watch what pleases us, and let each feast his own eyes.
§3.2.7O, cuicumque faves, felix agitator equorum!
O, happy driver of horses, whoever it is you favor!
§3.2.8Ergo illi curae contigit esse tuae?
So has it fallen to his lot to be your care?
§3.2.9Hoc mihi contingat, sacro de carcere missis §3.2.10Insistam forti mente vehendus equis, §3.2.11Et modo lora dabo, modo verbere terga notabo, §3.2.12Nunc stringam metas interiore rota.
May this lot fall to me, that when the horses are sent from the sacred barrier I should press on, to be carried with a brave mind, and now I will give them rein, now mark their backs with the whip, now graze the turning posts with my inner wheel.
If I catch sight of you as I run, I shall linger, and the loosened reins will flow down from my hands.
Ah, how nearly Pelops fell by the Pisand spear, while he watched your face, Hippodamia!
§3.2.17Nempe favore suae vicit tamen ille puellae.
To be sure, he won nevertheless by the favor of his girl.
§3.2.18Vincamus dominae quisque favore suae!
Let us each win by the favor of our mistress!
§3.2.19Quid frustra refugis? cogit nos linea iungi.
Why do you draw back in vain? The boundary line forces us to be joined.
§3.2.20Haec in lege loci commoda circus habet — §3.2.21Tu tamen a dextra, quicumque es, parce puellae; §3.2.22Contactu lateris laeditur ista tui.
The circus has these advantages in the law of the place — but you on the right, whoever you are, spare the girl; she is hurt by the contact of your side.
§3.2.23Tu quoque, qui spectas post nos, tua contrahe crura, §3.2.24Si pudor est, rigido nec preme terga genu!
You too, who watch behind us, draw back your legs, if you have any shame, and do not press her back with your hard knee!
§3.2.25Sed nimium demissa iacent tibi pallia terra.
But your cloak lies trailing too low on the ground.
§3.2.26Collige — vel digitis en ego tollo meis!
Gather it up — or see, I lift it with my own fingers!
§3.2.27Invida vestis eras, quae tam bona crura tegebas; §3.2.28Quoque magis spectes — invida vestis eras!
You were an envious garment, which covered such good legs; and so that you may see more — you were an envious garment!
Such legs Milanion wished to have held with his own hands, the legs of fleet Atalanta.
Such legs of girt-up Diana are painted, when she, herself braver, pursues brave beasts.
§3.2.33His ego non visis arsi; quid fiet ab ipsis?
I burned when these were not seen; what will happen from them themselves?
§3.2.34In flammam flammas, in mare fundis aquas.
You pour flames into flame, and waters into the sea.
I suspect from these that the rest also can please, which lie well hidden and concealed under your thin dress.
§3.2.37Vis tamen interea faciles arcessere ventos?
But do you wish, meanwhile, to summon gentle breezes?
§3.2.38Quos faciet nostra mota tabella manu.
Which a tablet moved by our hand will make.
Or is this rather the heat of my mind, not of the air, and does a female love scorch my captured breast?
§3.2.41Dum loquor, alba levi sparsa est tibi pulvere vestis.
While I speak, your white dress is sprinkled with light dust.
§3.2.42Sordide de niveo corpore pulvis abi!
Depart, dirty dust, from her snow-white body!
§3.2.43Sed iam pompa venit — linguis animisque favete!
But now the procession comes — favor with tongues and minds!
§3.2.44Tempus adest plausus — aurea pompa venit.
The time for applause is here — the golden procession comes.
§3.2.45Prima loco fertur passis Victoria pinnis — §3.2.46Huc ades et meus hic fac, dea, vincat amor!
First in place is carried Victory with outspread wings — come here, goddess, and make this love of mine win!
§3.2.47Plaudite Neptuno, nimium qui creditis undis!
Applaud Neptune, you who trust too much in the waves!
§3.2.48Nil mihi cum pelago; me mea terra capit.
I have nothing to do with the sea; my own land holds me.
Applaud your Mars, soldier! We hate arms; peace pleases, and love found in the midst of peace.
§3.2.51Auguribus Phoebus, Phoebe venantibus adsit!
Let Phoebus be present for augurs, Phoebe for hunters!
§3.2.52Artifices in te verte, Minerva, manus!
Turn skilled hands to you, Minerva!
§3.2.53Ruricolae, Cereri teneroque adsurgite Baccho!
Countrymen, rise up for Ceres and tender Bacchus!
§3.2.54Pollucem pugiles, Castora placet eques!
Let boxers appease Pollux, the horseman Castor!
§3.2.55Nos tibi, blanda Venus, puerisque potentibus arcu §3.2.56Plaudimus; inceptis adnue, diva, meis
We applaud you, gentle Venus, and your boys powerful with the bow; nod, goddess, to my undertakings, and give a mind to my new mistress!
§3.2.57Daque novae mentem dominae! patiatur amari!
Let her allow herself to be loved!
§3.2.58Adnuit et motu signa secunda dedit.
She nodded and gave favorable signs by her movement.
What the goddess promised, we ask that you yourself promise; by the leave of Venus I will speak, you will be the greater goddess.
I swear to you by so many witnesses and the procession of the gods, that you are sought as my mistress for all time!
§3.2.63Sed pendent tibi crura.
But your legs are dangling.
potes, si forte iuvabit, §3.2.64Cancellis primos inseruisse pedes.
You can, if by chance it will please you, insert the tips of your feet into the grating.
Now the praetor, with the circus empty, has sent the four-horse chariots from the level barrier as the greatest spectacle.
§3.2.67Cui studeas, video.
I see whom you favor.
vincet, cuicumque favebis.
Whoever you favor will win.
§3.2.68Quid cupias, ipsi scire videntur equi.
The horses themselves seem to know what you desire.
§3.2.69Me miserum, metam spatioso circuit orbe!
Ah, wretched me, he has rounded the turning post in a wide circle!
§3.2.70Quid facis? admoto proxumus axe subit.
What are you doing? The next one comes up with his axle close.
§3.2.71Quid facis, infelix? perdis bona vota puellae.
What are you doing, unhappy man? You waste the good wishes of the girl.
§3.2.72Tende, precor, valida lora sinistra manu!
Pull, I pray, the left reins with a strong hand!
We have favored a coward — but indeed call them back, Quirites, and give signals by tossing your togas from all sides!
§3.2.75En, revocant! — ac ne turbet toga mota capillos, §3.2.76In nostros abdas te licet usque sinus.
See, they are calling back! — and lest the moved toga disturb your hair, you may hide yourself even into our bosom.
And now again the gates lie open with the barrier unlocked; the multi-colored band flies out with the horses let loose.
§3.2.79Nunc saltem supera spatioque insurge patenti!
Now at least overcome and press on in the open space!
§3.2.80Sint mea, sint dominae fac rata vota meae!
Make my wishes, make the wishes of my mistress fulfilled!
§3.2.81Sunt dominae rata vota meae, mea vota supersunt.
The wishes of my mistress are fulfilled, my wishes remain.
§3.2.82Ille tenet palmam; palma petenda mea est. ' §3.2.83Risit, et argutis quiddam promisit ocellis.
He holds the palm; my palm is still to be sought.' She smiled, and promised something with her expressive eyes.
§3.2.84'Hoc satis est, alio cetera redde loco!'
'This is enough, render the rest in another place!'