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At any rate, let’s have a short time together.

No, no, no! all the same I cannot say I don’t love you.

You love me? Then why refuse what I ask, my little girl, my sweet Myrrhiné.

You must be joking! What, before the child!

Manes, carry the lad home. There, you see, the child is gone; there’s nothing to hinder us; let us to work!

But, miserable man, where, where are we to do it?

In the cave of Pan; nothing could be better.

But how to purify myself, before going back into the citadel?

Nothing easier! you can wash at the Clepsydra.

But my oath? Do you want me to perjure myself?

I take all responsibility; never make yourself anxious.

Well, I'll be off, then, and find a bed for us.