L. dic age dic, Corydon, nec nostras invidus aures despice: non aliter certe mihi dulce loquere quam cantare soles, quotiens ad sacra vocatur aut fecunda Pales aut pastoralis Apollo.
L. Tell me, come, tell me, Corydon. Be not so grudging as to disdain my ears. Truly, I shall find your words as sweet as your songs are wont to be whenever men to sacred rites invoke Pales the fertile or Apollo of the herds.
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