CXXXII THE LITTLE PHANION
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
STRANGER, pause; see who is signing to thee: it is little Phanion of Kôs, she merits that thou shouldst choose her.
See, her hair is curled like parsley, her skin is smooth as the down of a bird. She is small and brown. She speaks nicely.
If thou wouldst follow her, she would not demand of thee all the money from thy voyage: no, only a drachma or a pair of slippers.
Thou wilt find that she has a good bed, fresh figs, milk, wine, and, if it be cold, there will be a fire.