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Eros
Ah, he is only too glad to have me; he calls me to him. Athene always eyes me so! once when I flew close past her, quite by accident, with my torch, ‘If you come near me,’ she called out, ‘I swear by my father, I will run you through with my spear, or take you by the foot and drop you into Tartarus, or tear you in pieces with my own hands’—and more such dreadful things. And she has such a sour look; and then on her breast she wears that horrid face with the snaky hair; that frightens me worst of all; the nasty bogy—I run away directly I see it.
Aphrodite
Well, well, you are afraid of Athene and the Gorgon; at least so you say, though you do not mind Zeus’s thunderbolt a bit. But why do you let the Muses go scot free? do they toss their plumes and hold out Gorgons’ heads?
Eros
Ah, mother, they make me bashful; they are so grand, always studying and composing; I love to stand there listening to their music,
Aphrodite
Let them pass too, because they are grand. And why do you never take a shot at Artemis?
Eros
Why, the great thing is that I cannot catch her; she is always over the hills and far away. But besides that, her heart is engaged already.
Aphrodite
Where, child?
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Eros
In hunting stags and fawns; she is so fleet, she catches them up, or else shoots them; she can think of nothing else. Her brother, now, though he is an archer too, and draws a good arrow—
Aphrodite
I know, child, you have hit bim often enough.
Zeus. Hermes. Hera. Athene. Aphrodite. Paris.
