That was a picture, not a dance; an expressive picture, disclosing the secrets of love, bewitching and shameless; and when at the end of it Corybantes rushed in and began a bacchic dance with girls of Syria to the sounds of cithara, lutes, drums, and cymbals,--a dance filled with wild shouts and still wilder license,--it seemed to Lygia that living fire was burning her, and that a thunderbolt ought to strike that house, or the ceiling fall on the heads of those feasting there.
But from the golden net fastened to the ceiling only roses fell, and the now half-drunken Vinicius said to her,--"I saw thee in the house of Aulus, at the fountain.

It was daylight, and thou didst think that no one saw thee; but I saw thee.

And I see thee thus yet, though that peplus hides thee.

Cast aside the peplus, like Crispinilla.

See, gods and men seek love.