atque ubi iam nostris lassavit bracchia plagis, Lygdamus, ad plutei fulcra sinistra latens, eruitur geniumque meum prostratus adorat.
Then when she had exhausted her arms in beating me, Lygdamus, who was hiding on the left at the back of the couch, is dragged forth and, on his knees, appeals to my guardian-spirit.
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