mox iterum campos, iterum Centaurica reddam lustra tibi: per ego hoc decus et ventura iuventae gaudia, si terras humilemque experta maritum te propter, si progenitum Stygos amne severo armavi (totumque utinam!), cape tuta parumper tegmina nil nocitura animo.
Soon I shall give you back your fields once more, once more the Centaurs wilds. I beg you by your handsome looks and future joys of youth: if for your sake I made trial of land and a lowly spouse, if I armed you at birth with the stern Stygian river (and would it had been all of you!),  for a little while take safe clothing, that will do no harm to your spirit.
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