Lay aside your fear! Here you will swear nothing again to your lover; it is enough that you have been once promised to me.
Read to the end! May the languor depart from that body of yours, for it is my own pain that you should suffer in any part!
Why does shame rise up beforehand? For, just as in the temple of Diana, I suspect your noble cheeks have blushed.
I demand marriage and promised faith, not crimes; I love as a destined husband, not as an adulterer.
§20.9Verba licet repetas, quae demptus ab arbore fetus §20.10Pertulit ad castas me iaciente manus; §20.11Invenies illic, id te spondere, quod opto §20.12Te potius, virgo, quam meminisse deam.
You may repeat the words which the fruit, plucked from the tree, carried to your chaste hands as I threw it; you will find there that you promise that which I prefer you, maiden, to remember rather than the goddess.
§20.13Nunc quoque avemus idem, sed idem tamen acrius illud; §20.14Adsumpsit vires auctaque flamma mora est, §20.15Quique fuit numquam parvus, nunc tempore longo §20.16Et spe, quam dederas tu mihi, crevit amor.
Now also we desire the same, but yet that same desire is more fierce; the flame has gathered strength and been increased by delay, and the love which was never small has now grown with long time and with the hope which you had given to me.
§20.17Spem mihi tu dederas, meus hic tibi credidit ardor.
You had given hope to me, and this passion of mine believed you.
§20.18Non potes hoc factum teste negare dea.
You cannot deny this fact with the goddess as witness.
She was present, and, as she was there, she noted your words and seemed, by her stirred hair, to have accepted what was said.
You may say that you were deceived by my trickery, provided that love is said to be the cause of our trickery.
§20.23Fraus mea quid petiit, nisi uti tibi iungerer, unum?
What did my trickery seek, except one thing, to be joined to you?
§20.24Id te, quod quereris, conciliare potest.
That very thing which you complain of is able to reconcile you to me.
I am not cunning by nature, nor am I so by practice; believe me, maiden, it is you who make me clever.
With words composed by me — if indeed we have accomplished anything — ingenious Love has bound you to me.
With words dictated by him I made the betrothal, and I became cunning in law with Love as my counselor.
§20.31Sit fraus huic facto nomen, dicarque dolosus, §20.32Si tamen est, quod ames, velle tenere dolus!
Let deceit be the name for this deed, and let me be called crafty, if indeed to wish to hold what you love is deceit!
§20.33En, iterum scribo mittoque rogantia verba!
Behold, I write again and send pleading words!
§20.34Altera fraus haec est, quodque queraris habes.
This is the second deceit, and you have something to complain of.
If I do harm because I love, I confess I shall do harm without end, and I shall pursue you continually, though you may guard against being pursued.
Others have carried off the girls they fancied through swords; shall a letter cautiously written by me be a crime?
May the gods grant that I can impose more knots, so that your pledge may be free in no part!
A thousand tricks remain — we sweat at the very bottom of the hill; my passion will leave nothing untried.
§20.43Sit dubium, possisne capi; captabere certe.
Let it be doubtful whether you can be caught; you will surely be hunted.
§20.44Exitus in dis est, sed capiere tamen.
The outcome is in the hands of the gods, but you will be caught nevertheless.
§20.45Ut partem effugias, non omnia retia falles, §20.46Quae tibi, quam credis, plura tetendit Amor.
Though you escape a part, you will not elude all the nets, which Love has stretched for you, more in number than you believe.
If arts do not succeed, we shall come to arms, and you will be carried off, snatched into the embrace of him who desires you.
§20.49Non sum, qui soleam Paridis reprehendere factum, §20.50Nec quemquam, qui vir, posset ut esse, fuit.
I am not one to find fault with the deed of Paris, nor anyone who acted so, in order that he might be a man.
§20.51Nos quoque — sed taceo! mors huius poena rapinae §20.52Ut sit, erit, quam te non habuisse, minor.
We too — but I am silent! Even if death should be the punishment for this abduction, it will be less than not having had you.
Either you should be less beautiful, and you would be sought modestly; we are forced to be bold by your face.
§20.55Tu facis hoc oculique tui, quibus ignea cedunt §20.56Sidera, qui flammae causa fuere meae; §20.57Hoc faciunt flavi crines et eburnea cervix, §20.58Quaeque, precor, veniant in mea colla manus, §20.59Et decor et vultus sine rusticitate pudentes, §20.60Et, Thetidis qualis vix rear esse, pedes.
You do this, and your eyes, to which the fiery stars yield, which have been the cause of my flame; your golden hair and ivory neck do this, and the hands which, I pray, may come around my neck do this, and your beauty and modest face without rusticity, and your feet, such as I would scarcely think belong to Thetis, do this.
If I could praise the rest, I should be happier, nor do I doubt that the whole work is equal to itself.
Driven by this beauty, it is not surprising if I wished to have the pledge of your voice.
In short, until you are forced to confess yourself caught, be a girl caught by my snares.
§20.67Invidiam patiar; passo sua praemia dentur.
I will bear the ill-will; let its rewards be given to him who has borne it.
§20.68Cur suus a tanto crimine fructus abest?
Why is its proper fruit lacking from so great a crime?
Telamon took Hesione, Achilles took Briseis; each indeed followed her victorious husband.
You may accuse me as much as you like and be angry, provided that I am allowed to enjoy you even while you are angry.
We, the very same who cause it, will soften the anger we have made, if only there be a small opportunity to appease you.
§20.75Ante tuos liceat flentem consistere vultus §20.76Et liceat lacrimis addere verba suis, §20.77Utque solent famuli, cum verbera saeva verentur, §20.78Tendere submissas ad tua crura manus!
May I be allowed to stand weeping before your face, and may I be allowed to add words to my tears, and, as slaves are wont when they fear cruel lashes, to stretch out submissive hands to your legs!
§20.79Ignoras tua iura;
You do not know your own rights; call me!
voca! cur arguor absens?
Why am I accused in my absence?