Boy, don't wrong me—I still want to please you—listen graciously to this: you won't outstrip me, cheat me with your tricks. Right now you've won and have the upper hand, but I'll wound you while you flee,3 as they say the virgin daughter of Iasios, though ripe, rejected wedlock with a man and fled; girding herself, she acted pointlessly, abandoning her father's house, blond Atalanta. She went off to the soaring mountain peaks, fleeing the lure of wedlock, golden Aphrodite's gift. But she learned the point she'd so rejected.
