Circe.
I think it must be to you, Aphrodite, for now it is explained that on coming hither I met a throng of men and maidens, sauntering
slowly along in twos, exactly as they used to do at Paphos.
Aphrodite.
Were they walking apart, or wound together by garlands?
Circe.
They were wound together by the arm of the boy coiled about the waist of the girl, or resting upon it, a symbol, no doubt, of your cestus.
Aphrodite [eagerly].
With any animation of gesture, Circe?
Circe.