tunc ipsam solo reclinem affata cubili: Quonam hic usque sopor vacuique modestia lecti, o mihi Laurentes inter dilecta puellas? quis morum fideique modus? numquamne virili summittere iugo? veniet iam tristior aetas.
Then she addressed the girl as she reclined upon her solitary bed: How long this slumber, this modesty of empty couch, O favorite mine among Laurentian girls? What limit to propriety and loyalty? Will you never submit to a husbands yoke? Soon a sadder time of life will come.
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