A slave of lust thus addressed his wife:
“Why are you always so distressed? My parents, brother and sister, they annoy you; I will leave them. If ever I see their face again, let me be blamed for your death. To-morrow morning I will get up and leave them; I surely will, I swear it. When I have left them, I will make you some bracelets; you are my life's companion. Necklaces and chains—you shall have them all. I will get you ornaments for your hair; don’t be vexed. A fine robe you shall have, with golden spangles, and a flowered bodice.” Tuka says, The vile woman made an ass of him; he ran to meet her wishes.
“Why are you always so distressed? My parents, brother and sister, they annoy you; I will leave them. If ever I see their face again, let me be blamed for your death. To-morrow morning I will get up and leave them; I surely will, I swear it. When I have left them, I will make you some bracelets; you are my life's companion. Necklaces and chains—you shall have them all. I will get you ornaments for your hair; don’t be vexed. A fine robe you shall have, with golden spangles, and a flowered bodice.” Tuka says, The vile woman made an ass of him; he ran to meet her wishes.