Met. 7.661Tālibus atque aliīs longum sermōnibus illī
implēvēre diem.With such talk and more they filled the long day. Met. 7.662Lūcis pars ultima mēnsae
est data, nox somnīs.The last part of the daylight was given to the table, the night to sleep. Met. 7.663Iubar aureus extulerat Sōl
(flābat adhūc eurus reditūraque vēla tenēbat):
665ad Cephalum Pallante satī, cui grandior aetās,
ad rēgem Cephalus simul et Pallante creātī
conveniunt.The golden Sun had raised his radiance (the east wind was still blowing and held back the sails that were to return): the sons of Pallas come to Cephalus, who was older, and Cephalus together with the sons of Pallas to the king. Met. 7.667Sed adhūc rēgem sopor altus habēbat.But deep sleep still held the king. Met. 7.668Excipit Aeacidēs illōs in līmine Phōcus:
nam Telamōn frāterque virōs ad bella legēbant.Phocus, son of Aeacus, receives them on the threshold: for Telamon and his brother were levying men for the war. Met. 7.670Phōcus in interius spatium pulchrōsque recessūs
Cecropidās dūcit, cum quīs simul ipse resēdit.Phocus leads the Athenians into an inner space and beautiful recesses, and sits down himself together with them.
Met. 7.672Adspicit Aeolidēn ignōtā ex arbore factum
ferre manū iaculum, cuius fuit aurea cuspis.He notices that the grandson of Aeolus carries in his hand a javelin made from an unknown tree, whose point was gold. Met. 7.674Pauca prius mediīs sermōnibus ille locūtus
675"sum nemorum studiōsus" ait "caedisque ferīnae:
quā tamen ē silvā teneās hastīle recīsum,
iamdūdum dubitō.After saying a few things first in the midst of their talk, he says, 'I am devoted to the woods and the slaughter of wild beasts: yet from what wood the shaft you hold was cut I have long been wondering. Met. 7.677Certē sī fraxinus esset,
fulva colōre foret;Certainly if it were ash, it would be tawny in colour; Met. 7.678sī cornus, nōdus īnesset.if cornel, there would be knots in it. Met. 7.679Unde sit, ignōrō.Where it comes from, I do not know. Met. 7.679Sed nōn fōrmōsius istō
680vīdērunt oculī tēlum iaculābile nostrī."But my eyes have never seen a more beautiful weapon for throwing than that.' Met. 7.681Excipit Actaeīs ē frātribus alter, et "ūsum
maiōrem speciē mīrābere" dīxit "in istō.One of the Athenian brothers takes him up and says, 'You will marvel at its use, greater even than its beauty.
Met. 7.683Cōnsequitur quodcumque petit, fortūnaque missum
nōn regit, et revolat nūllō referente cruentum."It reaches whatever it aims at, and chance does not steer it once thrown, and it flies back bloody with no one to bring it back.' Met. 7.685Tum vērō iuvenis Nērēius omnia quaerit,
cūr sit et unde datum, quis tantī mūneris auctor.Then indeed the young grandson of Nereus asks everything: why it is so, where it came from, who was the giver of so great a gift. Met. 7.687Quae petit, ille refert.What he asks, the other tells. Met. 7.687Sed enim (narrāre pudōrī est !),
quā tulerit mercēde silet;But (to tell it brings shame!) at what price he got it he keeps silent; Met. 7.688tāctusque dolōre
coniugis āmissae lacrimīs ita fātur obortīs:
690"Hoc mē, nāte dea, (quis possit crēdere?) tēlum
flēre facit facietque diū, sī vīvere nōbīs
fāta diū dederint.and touched with grief for his lost wife, he speaks thus with welling tears: 'This weapon, son of a goddess (who could believe it?), makes me weep and will make me weep long, if the fates grant me to live long.
Met. 7.692Hoc mē cum coniuge cārā
perdidit: hōc utinam caruissem mūnere semper!This destroyed me together with my dear wife: would that I had always been without this gift! Met. 7.694Procris erat (sī forte magis pervēnit ad aurēs
695Ōrīthyia tuās, raptae soror Ōrīthyiae),
sī faciem mōrēsque velīs cōnferre duārum,
dignior ipsa rapī.There was Procris (if perhaps Orithyia has come more to your ears), the sister of ravished Orithyia; if you wished to compare the looks and character of the two, she herself was the worthier to be ravished. Met. 7.697Pater hanc mihi iūnxit Erechtheus,
hanc mihi iūnxit amor.Her father Erechtheus joined her to me, love joined her to me. Met. 7.698Fēlīx dīcēbar eramque.I was called happy, and so I was. Met. 7.699Nōn ita dīs vīsum est, aut nunc quoque forsitan essem.The gods did not see it so, or perhaps I would be happy even now. Met. 7.700Alter agēbātur post sacra iugālia mēnsis,
cum mē cornigerīs tendentem rētia cervīs
vertice dē summō semper flōrentis Hymēttī
lūtea māne videt pulsīs Aurōra tenebrīs
invītumque rapit.The second month after our marriage rites was passing, when, as I was spreading nets for horned stags, saffron Aurora, having routed the darkness, sees me in the morning from the top of ever-flowering Hymettus, and carries me off against my will.
Met. 7.704Liceat mihi vēra referre
705pāce deae.May I be allowed to tell the truth, with the goddess's leave. Met. 7.705Quod sit roseō spectābilis ōre,
quod teneat lūcis, teneat cōnfīnia noctis,
nectareīs quod alātur aquīs, ego —Procrin amābam:
pectore Procris erat, Procris mihi semper in ōre.Though she is a sight to see with her rosy face, though she holds the borders of light, holds the borders of night, though she is fed on the waters of nectar, I — I loved Procris: Procris was in my heart, Procris always on my lips. Met. 7.709Sacra torī coitūsque novōs thalamōsque recentēs
710prīmaque dēsertī referēbam foedera lectī.I kept speaking of the rites of the marriage bed and our new union and our recent wedding and the first compact of the bed I had deserted. Met. 7.711Mōta dea est et "siste tuās, ingrāte, querellās:
Procrin habē!"The goddess was angered and, 'Stop your complaints, ungrateful man: keep your Procris!' Met. 7.712dīxit.she said. Met. 7.712"Quodsī mea prōvida mēns est,
nōn habuisse volēs."'But if my mind foresees truly, you will wish you had not kept her.' Met. 7.713Mēque illī īrāta remīsit.And in her anger she sent me back to her.
Met. 7.714Dum redeō mēcumque deae memorāta retractō,
715esse metus coepit, nē iūra iugālia coniūnx
nōn bene servāsset.As I return and turn over in my mind what the goddess had said, I began to fear that my wife had not kept her marriage vows well. Met. 7.716Faciēs aetāsque iubēbat
crēdere adulterium;Her beauty and her youth bade me believe in adultery; Met. 7.717prohibēbant crēdere mōrēs.her character forbade me to believe it. Met. 7.718Sed tamen āfueram, sed et haec erat unde redībam,
crīminis exemplum, sed cūncta timēmus amantēs.But still, I had been away, and she from whom I was returning was herself an example of the crime, and we lovers fear everything. Met. 7.720Quaerere quod doleam statuō dōnīsque pudīcam
sollicitāre fidem.I resolve to look for something to grieve me, and to tempt her chaste fidelity with gifts. Met. 7.721Favet huic Aurōra timōrī
inmūtatque meam (videor sēnsisse) figūram.Aurora favours this fear and changes my form (I seem to have felt it). Met. 7.723Palladiās ineō nōn cognōscendus Athēnās
ingrediorque domum.I enter Pallas' Athens, not to be recognised, and go into my house.
Met. 7.724Culpa domus ipsa carēbat
725castaque signa dabat dominōque erat ānxia raptō:
vix aditus per mīlle dolōs ad Erechthida factus.The house itself was free of fault, and showed signs of chastity, and was anxious for its master who had been carried off: only with difficulty, by a thousand tricks, was access made to the daughter of Erechtheus. Met. 7.727Ut vīdī, obstipuī meditātaque paene relīquī
temptāmenta fidē.When I saw her, I was dumbstruck, and almost abandoned the trial I had planned of her faithfulness. Met. 7.728Male mē, quīn vēra fatērer,
continuī, male, quīn, ut oportuit, ōscula ferrem.Wrongly I kept myself from confessing the truth, wrongly from kissing her, as I ought. Met. 7.730Trīstis erat (sed nūlla tamen fōrmōsior illā
esse potest trīstī) dēsīderiōque calēbat
coniugis abreptī.She was sad (but yet no woman can be more beautiful than she was in her sadness), and burned with longing for her husband who had been snatched away. Met. 7.732Tū conlige, quālis in illā,
Phōce, decor fuerit, quam sīc dolor ipse decēbat.Imagine, Phocus, what beauty there was in her, whom grief itself so became.
Met. 7.734Quid referam, quotiēns temptāmina nostra pudīcī
735reppulerint mōrēs, quotiēns "ego" dīxerit "ūnī
servor;Why should I tell how often her chaste character repulsed my attempts, how often she said, "I keep myself for one man; Met. 7.736ubicumque est, ūnī mea gaudia servō!"wherever he is, I keep my joys for one man!" Met. 7.737Cui nōn istā fidē satis experientia sānō
magna foret?To whom in his right mind would that not have been proof enough of fidelity? Met. 7.738Nōn sum contentus et in mea pugnō
vulnera, dum cēnsus dare mē prō nocte loquendō
740mūneraque augendō tandem dubitāre coēgī.I am not content, and I fight to my own wounding, until, by speaking of giving fortunes for a night, and by increasing my gifts, I at last forced her to hesitate. Met. 7.741Exclāmō: "Male (fictor adest !), male fictus adulter
vērus eram coniūnx!I cry out: "Shame on you (I am an impostor!), shame: the pretended adulterer was I, your true husband! Met. 7.742mē, perfida, teste tenēris!"you are caught, faithless woman, with me as witness!" Met. 7.743Illa nihil.She said nothing.
Met. 7.743Tacitō tantummodo victa pudōre
īnsidiōsa malō cum coniuge līmina fūgit;Only, overcome by silent shame, she fled the treacherous threshold and her wicked husband with it; Met. 7.745offēnsaque meī genus omne perōsa virōrum
montibus errābat, studiīs operāta Diānae.and offended with me, hating the whole race of men, she wandered in the mountains, devoting herself to Diana's pursuits. Met. 7.747Tum mihi dēsertō violentior ignis ad ossa
pervēnit.Then, deserted, I felt a more violent fire reach my bones. Met. 7.748Ōrābam veniam et peccāsse fatēbar
et potuisse datīs similī succumbere culpae
750mē quoque mūneribus, sī mūnera tanta darentur.I begged pardon and confessed that I had sinned, and that I too, if such gifts were given, could have yielded to a like fault through gifts. Met. 7.751Haec mihi cōnfessō, laesum prius ulta pudōrem,
redditur et dulcēs concorditer exigit annōs.When I had confessed this, having first avenged her wounded honour, she is restored to me and spends sweet years in harmony. Met. 7.753Dat mihi praetereā, tamquam sē parva dedisset
dōna, canem mūnus, quem cum sua trāderet illī
755Cynthia, "currendō superābit" dīxerat "omnēs."She gives me besides, as if she had given herself as only a small gift, a dog as a present, of which Cynthia, when she gave it to her, had said, "It will surpass all in running."
Met. 7.756Dat simul et iaculum, manibus quod (cernis) habēmus.She gives me at the same time the javelin too, which, as you see, I hold in my hands. Met. 7.757Mūneris alterīus quae sit fortūna, requīris?Do you ask what was the fate of the other gift? Met. 7.758Accipe mīrandum: novitāte movēbere factī.Hear something wondrous: you will be moved by the strangeness of the deed.