Social Commentaries
Book XI, Epigram 75 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Your slave bathes with you, Caelia, covered with a sheath of brass; to what end, I pray, seeing he is no harper or flutist in the chorus? You don't wish, as I suppose, to see his nakedness. Why, then, do you bathe with the crowd? Are all of us eunuchs to you? Therefore, that you may not appear to be jealous, undo, Caelia, your slave's fibula.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book XI, Epigram 75 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/1327/.
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