The golden Aphrodite, deep-offended,
Were forced t’ avert her from her dearest daughter,
Because a stranger eye had ’filed the pure!
She’s loath to do’t; she lingers, for she hopes
The swoop of retribution follows on.
Goddess, remit no smile! I bring the due!
Kan.
There spake the Grecian!
Gyges.
Sire, vouchsafe to me