adnue purpureaque veni perlucida palla: ter tibi fit libo, ter, dea casta, mero, praecipit et natae mater studios a quod optet: illa aliud tacita iam sua mente rogat.
Bow assent and come in all the sheen of purple palla. They are making offering to thee, holy goddess, thrice with cake and thrice with wine, and the mother eagerly enjoins upon her child what she must pray for. But she, now mistress of herself, sues for another thing in the silence of her heart.
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