quod si dura times etiam nunc verbera, Phylli, tradimus ecce manus: licet illae vimine torto, si libet, et lenta post tergum vite domentur, ut mala nocturni religavit bracchia Mopsi Tityrus et furem medio suspendit ovili.
But if even now, Phyllis, you are afraid of cruel blows, see, I surrender my hands: let them, if you choose, be bound with twisted osier and the tough vine-twig behind my back, as Tityrus once bound the knavish arms of your night-prowler Mopsus, and strung the thief up inside his sheepfold.
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