Note 25 — III THE LAST CENTURY OF THE REPUBLIC (continued 2)
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Cease to weep, Aurunculeia: Thou need’st not fear that any lovelier maid should see the bright day coming from Ocean.
Even so the hyacinth is wont to bloom in the rich man’s many-coloured garden. But thou lingerest. The day is passing. Come forth, thou bride.
Come forth, thou bride, now if it please thee, and hear our songs. Look how the torches shake their golden hair! Come forth, thou bride.