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I don`t ask you to be faithful - you`re beautiful, after all - but just that I be spared the pain of knowing. I make no stringent demands that you should really be chaste, but only that you try to cover up. If a girl can claim to be pure, it`s the same as being pure: it`s only admitted vice that makes for scandal. What madness, to confess by day what`s wrapped in night, and what you`ve done in secret, openly tell! The hooker, about to bed some Roman off the street still locks her door first, keeping out the crowd: will you yourself then make your sins notorious, accusing and prosecuting your own crime? Be wise, and learn at least to imitate chaste girls, and let me believe you`re good, though you are not. Do what you do, but simply deny you ever did: there`s nothing wrong with public modesty. There is a proper place for looseness: fill it up with all voluptuousness, and banish shame; but when you`re done there, then put off all playfulness and leave your indiscretions in your bed. There, don`t be ashamed to lay your gown aside and press your thigh against a pressing thigh; there take and give deep kisses with your crimson lips; let love contrive a thousand ways of passion; there let delighted words and moans come ceaselessly, and make the mattress quiver with playful motion. But put on with your clothes a face that`s all discretion, and let Shame disavow your shocking deeds. Trick everyone, trick me: leave me in ignorance; let me enjoy the life of a happy fool. Why must I see so often notes received - and sent? Why must I see two imprints on your bed, or your hair disarrayed much more than sleep could do? Why must I notice love bites on your neck? You all but flaunt your indiscretions in my face. Think of me, if not of your reputation. I lose my mind, I die, when you confess you`ve sinned; I break out in cold sweat from hand to foot; I love you then, and hate you - in vain, since I must love you; I wish then I were dead - and you were too! I won`t investigate or check whatever you try to hide: I will be thankful to be deceived. But even if I catch you in the very act and look on your disgrace with my own eyes, deny that I have seen what I have clearly seen, and my eyes will agree with what you claim. You`ll win an easy prize from a man who wants to lose, only remember to say, `I didn`t do it.` Since you can gain your victory with one short phrase, win on account of your judge, if not your case.
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