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Θεῶν Διάλογοι Lucian of Samosata

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Hermes
Meanwhile, we have left the stars far behind us, and are almost over Phrygia. There is Ida: I can make out the peak of Gargarum quite plainly; and if I am not mistaken, there is Paris himself.
Hera
Where is he? I don’t see him.
Hermes
Look over there to the left, Hera: not on the top, but down the side, by that cave where you see the herd.
Hera
But I don’t see the herd.
Hermes
What, don’t you see them coming out from between the rocks,—where I am pointing, look—and the man running down from the crag, and keeping them together with his staff? 5
Hera
I see him now; if he it is.
Hermes
Oh, that is Paris. But we are getting near; it is time to alight and walk. He might be frightened, if we were to descend upon him so suddenly.
Hera
Yes; very well. And now that we are on the earth, you might go on ahead, Aphrodite, and show us the way. You know the country, of course, having been here so often to see Anchises; or so I have heard.
Aphrodite
Your sneers are thrown away on me, Hera.

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