Joyfully wed the fair Corinthian maiden,
While at last her parents' blessings attend thee.105
Ho then, youths, with licensed jest and rejoicing,
Loud let the songs of gladness ring through the city;
Rarely against our lords such freedom is given.
Fair and noble band of Bacchus, the thyrsus-bearer,110
Now is the time to light the glittering torches of pinewood.
Shake on high the festal fire with languishing fingers;
Now let the bold and merry Fescennine laughter and jesting
Sound through our ranks. Let Medea fare in silence and darkness,