She said that she would love us though we were her enemies.
Zophérnes:
It is not natural to love one's enemies.
Rhádamandáspes:
She is much swayed by whims. They sway her as the winds in spring sway flowers—this way and that. This is one of her whims.
Zophérnes:
I do not trust her whims.
Rhádamandáspes:
They name you Zophérnes, giver of good counsel, therefore I will turn back because you counsel it, though I would fain go down and banquet with this little playful lady.
[They turn and mount.]