[lit-ideas] May I ask you this question?
- From: Jlsperanza@xxxxxxx
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2007 17:07:49 EST
From my Loeb "Martialis":
Arrigis ad vetvlas, fastidis, Basse, pvellas, nec formosa tibi, sed moritvra
placet. hic, rogo, non fvror est, non haec est mentvla demens? cvm possis
Hecaben, non potes Andromachen.
Complete the following sentences. Use as guide the Latin text above.
You get it up for --- --- , Bassus; you loathe girls. You don't enjoy
what's pretty but what's at ----'s door. I ask you, is this not a madness, is
this not a demented -----? Whilst you can ----- Hecabe, you can't ------
Andromache.
Stare Lvperce tibi iam pridem mentvla desit lvctaris demens tu tamen
arrigere. sed nihil ervcae facivnt bvlbiqve salaces improba nec prosvnt iam
satvreia
tibi coepisti pvras opibvs corrvmpere bvccas: sic qvoqve non vivit
sollicitata venus. mirari satis hoc qvisqvam vel credere possit quod non stat
magno
stare Luperce.
For some time now, Lupercus, your ----- has stopped standing; but you,
madman, struggle to arise. Yet worts & lecherous ----- achieve nothing, nor
is
naughty savory any good to you now. You have begun to corrupt pure mouths with
------; even thus your agitated Venus does not live. Could anyone marvel
enough at this or believe it - what doesn't stand costs you -----, Lupercus?
Psilothro faciem levas & dropace calvam: numquid tonsorem gargiliane times
qvid facient vngves nam certe non potes illosresina veneto nec resecare luto
desine si pvdor est miseram traducere calvam hoc fieri cunno gargiliane
solet.
You smoothe your face with psilothron & your ---- ---- with dropax. Are
you scared, Gargilianus, of the barber? What happens with your ----- ? For
surely you can't cut them with resin or Venetian clay. Desist, if you have any
shame, from displaying your wretched ----- -----: this, Gargilianus, is
what usually happens with a -----.
Vis fvtvi nec vis mecvm saufeia lavari nescio qvod magnvm suspicor esse
nefas avt tibi pannosae dependent pectore mammaeavt svlcos vteri prodere nuda
timesaut infinito lacervm patet inguen hiatuaut aliquid cunni prominet ore
tui.
sed nihil est horum, credo, pulcherrima nuda es. si verum est, uitium peius
habes: fatua es.
You want to be ------, Saufeia, but you don't want to have a ------ with me.
I suspect that there's something extremely dreadful: either your ------ hang
down ragged from your chest, or you fear that when you are nude you might
betray the ------- of your -------, or your mangled ------ gapes open with an
infinite ------, or something sticks out from the ----- of your ------. But,
I trust, there's none of these things and you're very beautiful naked. If
that's true, thou hast a worse blemish: thou art a fool.
Moechus es Aufidiae, qui uir, Scaeuine, fuisti; riualis fuerat qui tuus,
ille uir est. cur aliena placet tibi, quae tua non placet, uxor? numquid
securus
non potes arrigere?
Thou art Aufidia's ------, Scaevinus, you who were once her husband; the man
who was your rival is her --------. Why do you fancy, when she's someone
else's ------, a woman who you don't fancy when she's yours? Can't you get it
up
if you've nothing to worry about?
Omnia quod scribis castis epigrammata uerbisinque tuis nulla est mentula
carminibus, admiror, laudo; nihil est te sanctius uno: at mea luxuria pagina
nulla uacat. haec igitur nequam iuuenes facilesque puellae, haec senior, sed
quem torquet amica, legat. at tua, Cosconi, uenerandaque sanctaque uerbaa
pueris
debent uirginibusque legi.
Because thou writest all thine epigrams with chaste words & there is no
------ in thine poems, I admire and praise thee. There is nothing at all more
------- than thee, but no page of mine is free from -------. So let
good-for-nothing youths read these things, and an ------- man too. But as for
your
respectable and virtuous words, Cosconius, they ought to be read by -------.
Huc est usque tibi scriptus libellus. cui sint scripta rogas interiora?
mihi. gymnasium, thermae, stadium est hac parte: recede. exuimur: nudos parce
uidere uiros. hinc iam deposito post uina rosasque pudore, quid dicat nescit
saucia Terpsichore; schemate nec dubio, sed aperte nominat illamquam recipit
sexto mense superba Venus, custodem medio statuit quam uilicus horto, opposita
spectat quam proba uirgo manu. si bene te noui, longum iam lassa
libellumponebas, totum nunc studiosa leges.
Up to here this has been written for you. For whom, you ask, are the ------
parts written? For me. -------, baths and racetrack are in this part:
withdraw. We are undressing: keep thyself from seeing ------ men. From now on
love-struck Terpsichore, her modesty put aside after the wine and roses, does
not
know what she is saying.
Cessatis, pueri, nihilque nostis, Vaterno Rasinaque pigriores, quorum per
uada tarda nauiganteslentos tinguitis ad celeuma remos. iam prono Phaethonte
sudat Aethonexarsitque dies et hora lassosinteriungit equos meridiana: at uos
tam placidas uagi per undastuta luditis otium carina. non nautas puto uos, sed
Argonautas.
Thou art slacking, lad, and thou've taken no notice of anything; you're more
lazy than the - - - - - or Rasina as you sail through their - - - - - -
shallows and moisten your slow oars in time with the call. Already Phaethon is
descending and Aethon is - - - - - - -; day is ablaze and the midday hour is
unyoking tired - - - - - -. But as you wander through such placid waters you
play at leisure on a - - - - - - - - -. I consider you not sailors but
Argonauts.
J. L. S.
"If You Don't *Know* Me By Now..."
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