ABSTRACT
You assumed the toga of manhood, which you at once turned into a woman’s toga. First you were a public whore and the price
of your shame was fixed – and it wasn’t small. But soon Curio intervened, led you away from the prostitution business and, as if he had given you a bridal gown, established you in a steady and fixed marriage. No boy bought for lust was ever so much in the power of his master as you were in Curio’s. How many times his father threw you out of his own house, how many times he posted guards to keep you from crossing the threshold! But you, with night assisting you, with your lust urging you on, with your payment compelling you, were let in through the rooftiles. These were outrages that that house could bear no longer. Don’t you know I’m talking about things well known to me? . . . But now let us pass over your sex crimes and outrages. There are some matters which I cannot pronounce with decency. You, however, are that much freer, since you have allowed things to your discredit which you could not hear named by an enemy who had any sense of shame.
