Dainty bodkins silver-hafted.
Pins to fix your plaited hair,
Ivory-headed and golden-shafted.
Ach. What hast thou in thy pack for me, old man?
Ul. There’s nought but trifles left me, lady, now,
As dice and dolls; the very dregs of the box.
Deid. Athenian owls. And who’s this red-baked lady
Clothed in a net?
Ul.Princess, ’tis Britomartis,1011
The Cretan goddess worshipped at Ægina.