tune putas illam pro te disponere crines aut tenues denso pectere dente comas? istane persuadet facies, auroque lacertos vinciat et Tyrio prodeat apta sinu? non tibi sed iuveni cuidam vult bella videri, devoveat pro quo remque domumque tuam.
Dost thou think that it is for thee that she arranges her hair and through her fine tresses passes the close-toothed comb? Is it thy beauty prompts her to clasp gold on her arms and come forth arrayed in Tyrian drapery? Not thee, but a certain youth would she have find her charming. For him she would consign to ruin thee and all thy house.
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