Servius: I have run all night in battle dress complete, fought for hours pitted against tireless foes, but our exertions hath depleted me beyond any campaign.
Pritoria: (Laughs) My limbs feel as saplings and I may require rest in your arms for a long while before I am recovered.
Servius: Vexed am I. I can grip the reins of a chariot pulled by spirited steeds, but tell me Princess, how may I hold on to this wondrous night?
Pritoria: Alas, the future forthcoming is unknowable. This in contrast to what the tedious readers of portents and oracles self-proclaimed profess. We should both think on what we should like the future to hold and then strive to shape it so. There was a man close to me once, now gladly gone forever, who exercised most cruel control over me. Never again, I am neither fickle nor frivolous when it comes to matters of the heart. I have recent warm good reason to believe you have attitudes akin to mine.
Servius: As I have before said, I perceive no great difference between the honor of truly meaning words and deeds, and the passionate affections of one's own heart. You speak well of it, perhaps the days ahead have us together in them, or it may be a lonesome period, it is surely unknowable. Though no oracle am I, one part of the future I do know, as we are in this moment together now, shall we always posses as a memory most treasured.