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Circe
CIRCE. Haven’t you already worked a stranger magic than this on yourself? You who refused an ageless, immortal life at my side and would struggle through a thousand new dangers to a woman who is mortal and, I can assure you, no longer so very young - and this for no object other than to make yourself more gaped at and renowned than you already are, pursuing an empty phantom instead of what is truly good.
Odysseus
ODYSSEUS. All right, let it be as you say, Circe. Why must we quarrel again and again about the same matters? Now please just grant me the favour of letting the men go free.
Circe
CIRCE. By the Black Goddess,Hecate, goddess of black magic, who was invoked for such functions at least from the time of Euripides’ Medea (394 ff.). it’s not so simple as that. These creatures are no run of the mill. You must ask them first if they are willing. If they say no, my hero, you’ll have to argue with them and convince them. And if you don’t, and they win the argument, then you must be content with having exercised poor judgement about yourself and your friends.
Odysseus
ODYSSEUS. Dear lady, why are you making fun of me? How can they argue with me or I with them so long as they are asses and hogs and lions?
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Circe
CIRCE. Courage, courage, my ambitious friend. I’ll see to it that you shall find them both receptive and responsive. Or rather, one of the number will be enough to thrust and parry for them all. Presto! You may talk with this one.
