The World of Courtesans c10.243

c10.243

"But there are expiations to console the unhappy! This fellow has come here in distress. Therefore, take pity on him. Who is that grandson of a tired bull, holding his shaking head with one hand and wiping with his forefinger the drops of perspiration spreading on his temple?" He is calling out to me. "Prescribe some expiation for him! These *vitas* are scolding him."