{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob079.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob079.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob079.htm","text":"Hail Bilitis, Mnasidika hail. --Sit down. How is your husband? --Much too well. Do not tell him that you have seen me. He'd kill me if he knew that I was here. --You need not fear.\n--And there is your room? and there your bed? I beg your pardon. I am curious. --You know Myrrhina's bed, however. --So little. --They say it's pretty. --And lascivious; oh, my dear! but I must keep quiet.\n--What do you wish of me? --That you lend me. . . --Speak. --1 dare not name the object. --We have none. --Truly? --Mnasidika is a virgin. --Well, where can one be bought? --At Drako, the harness--maker's.\n--Tell me, too, who sells you your embroidery thread? Mine breaks if you even look at it. --1 make my own, but Na\u00efs sells good thread. --At what price? --Three oboli. --That's dear. And the object? --Two drachmae. --Farewell.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: The Object","type":"page"}