tu vero nostros audax invade capillos et mea formosis unguibus ora nota, tu minitare oculos subiecta exurere flamma, fac mea rescisso pectora nuda sinu! cum furibunda mero mensam propellis et in me proicis insana cymbia plena manu, nimirum veri dantur mihi signa caloris: nam sine amore gravi femina nulla dolet.
But I dare you: come, tear my hair and scratch my face with your pretty nails; threaten that you will light a flame and burn my eyes out, tear my tunic and strip my body bare. When, crazed with wine, you knock over the table and fling full cups at me with frenzied hand, you are without question giving me tokens of true ardour: for no woman smarts unless hers is a serious passion.
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