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Apollo

Well, my loves never prosper; Daphne and Hyacinth were my great passions; she so detested me that being turned toa tree was more attractive than I; and him I killed with a quoit. Nothing is left me of them but wreaths of their leaves and flowers,

Hermes

Ah, once, once, I and Aphrodite—but no; no boasting. 5

Apollo

I know; that is how Hermaphroditus is accounted for. But perhaps you can tell me how it is that Aphrodite and Charis are not jealous of one another.

Hermes

Because one is his wife in Lemnus and the other in Heaven. Besides, Aphrodite cares most about Ares; he is her real love; so she does not trouble her head about the blacksmith.

Apollo

Do you think Hephaestus sees?

Hermes

Oh, he sees, yes; but what can he do? he knows what a martial young fellow it is; so he holds his tongue. He talks of inventing a net, though, to take them in the act with.

Apollo

Ah, all I know is, I would not mind being taken in that act.

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Hera. Leto

Hera

I must congratulate you, madam, on the children with whom you have presented Zeus.

Leto

Ah, madam; we cannot all be the proud mothers of Hephaestuses.