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Ovid - DuplicityOvid - Duplicity
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i Then must I always bear your endless accusations? They all prove false, but still I have to fight them. If I happen to glance at the marble theater`s topmost row, you pick some girl in the crowd to moan about; or if a beautiful woman looks at me wordlessly, you charge she`s using lovers` wordless signs. If I compliment a girl, you try to tear out my hair; if I criticize one, you think I`ve got something to hide. If I look well, I love no one - not even you; if I`m pale, you say that I`m pining for someone else. I wish I really had committed some such sin: punishment hurts less when you deserve it; but as it is, your wild indictments at every turn themselves forbid your wrath to have much weight. Think of the little long-eared donkey`s wretched lot: continual beatings only make him stubborn. Now look, here`s another charge: Cypassis, your coiffeuse, is cast at me for defiling her mistress`s bed! The gods forbid that I, even if I yearned to sin, should find delight in a slave-girl`s lowly lot! What man, being free, would want a servile liaison, or wish to embrace a body the whip has scarred? And furthermore, the girl`s your personal beautician, and valued by you because of her skillful hands. Is it likely that I`d approach such a trusted serving-maid? What would I get, but rejection and exposure? By Venus and by the bow of her swift boy I swear, you`ll never find me guilty of that crime. ii Cypassis, expert at dressing the hair in a thousand ways (but you ought to arrange the tresses of goddesses only) you that I`ve found quite polished in stolen ecstasy, fit for your mistress`s service, but fitter for mine, whoever was it that told of our bodies joining together? Where did Corinna learn of our affair? Could I have blushed? Or slipped by a single word to give some sign that has betrayed our furtive joys? And what of it, if I argued that nobody could transgress with a servant, except for a man who was out of his mind The Thessalian burned with passion for lovely Briseis, a servant; the Mycenean leader loved Apollo`s slave. I`m no greater man than Achilles, or the scion of Tantalus. How can what`s fine for kings be foul for me? And yet, when your mistress turned her glowering eyes on you, I saw a deep blush spread all over your face. But how much more possessed I was, if you recall, I swore my faith by Venus`s great godhead! (You, goddess, bid, I pray, the warm Southwind to blow those innocent lies across the Carpathian sea.) Now give me a sweet return for the favor I did you then, by bedding with me, you dusky Cypassis, today. Don`t shake your head, you ingrate, pretending you`re still afraid: you can please one of your masters, and that`s enough. If you`re silly enough to refuse, I`ll confess all that we`ve done, making myself the betrayer of my own crime, and I`ll tell your mistress how often we met, Cypassis, and where, and how many times we did it, and how many ways!
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