See, lady Moon, where my love came from. The Thracian nurse of Theucharidas, now at rest, who lived next door, begged and pleaded with me to come and watch the procession. And I went along with her, poor fool, trailing a lovely linen gown, with Clearista's robe wrapped round me.

The new refrain asks the Moon to see where her love came from. The story starts with small things: an old nurse from the house next door, now dead, begged her to come and watch, and Simaetha remembers what she wore, a linen gown and a robe that belonged to Clearista. Cholmeley quotes Thackeray on how we remember such trifles in great moments. The nurse is μακαρῖτις, "the blessed one," a word people used of the dead; Cholmeley renders it "now gone to her rest." He also thinks Θρᾷσσα, "the Thracian woman," may be her name, as slaves were often named for their country.