Chapter 41

Translated by Perseus Digital Library

Ameana, a love-worn girl, asks me for a whole ten thousand, that girl with an ugly little nose, wench of the bankrupt Formian.

You near of kin in whose care the girl is, summon both friends and doctors: for the girl is not sane, and is not accustomed to ask her mirror how she looks.

Source: https://scaife.perseus.org/reader/urn:cts:latinLit:phi0472.phi001.perseus-eng4:37