menalcas Quid prodest, quod me ipse animo non spernis, Amynta, si, dum tu sectaris apros, ego retia servo? damoetas Phyllida mitte mihi: meus est natalis, Iolla; cum faciam vitula pro frugibus, ipse venito.
What good is it, Amyntas, that you scorn me not in heart, if while you pursue the boars, I am left to look after the nets?   damoetas Send Phyllis to me; it is my birthday, Iollas. When I sacrifice a heifer for the harvest, come yourself.
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