ATT.  To hate haughtiness, and that which is disagreeable to all.

HIPP.  And rightly; for what haughty mortal is not odious?

ATT.  And in the affable is there any charm?

HIPP.  A very great one indeed, and gain with little toil.

ATT.  Dost thou suppose that the same thing holds also among the Gods?

HIPP.  Certainly, forasmuch as we mortals use the laws of the Gods.

ATT.  How is it then that thou addressest not a venerable Goddess?

HIPP.  Whom? but take heed that thy mouth err not.[4]

ATT.  Venus, who hath her station at thy gates.

HIPP.  I, who am chaste, salute her at a distance.

ATT.  Venerable is she, however, and of note among mortals.

HIPP.  Different Gods and men are objects of regard to different persons.

ATT.  May you be blest, having as much sense as you require.[5]

HIPP.  No one of the Gods, that is worshiped by night, delights me.

ATT.  My son, we must conform to the honors of the Gods.

HIPP.  Depart, my companions, and having entered the house, prepare the viands:  delightful after the chase is the full table.—­And I must rub down my horses, that having yoked them to the car, when I am satiated with the repast, I may give them their proper exercise.  But to your Venus I bid a long farewell.

ATT.  But we, for one must not imitate the young, having our thoughts such, as it becomes slaves to give utterance to, will adore thy image, O Venus, our mistress; but thou shouldest pardon, if any one having intense feelings of mind by reason of his youth, speak foolishly:  seem not to hear these things, for Gods must needs be wiser than men.

CHOR.  There is a rock near the ocean,[6] distilling water, which sends forth from its precipices a flowing fountain, wherein they dip their urns; where was a friend of mine wetting the purple vests in the dew of the stream, and she laid them down on the back of the warm sunny cliff:  from hence first came to me the report concerning my mistress, that she, worn with the bed of sickness, keeps her person within the house, and that fine vests veil her auburn head.  And I hear that she this day for the third keeps her body untouched by the fruit of Ceres, [which she receives not] into her ambrosial mouth, wishing in secret suffering to hasten to the unhappy goal of death.  For heaven-possessed, O lady, or whether by Pan, or by Hecate, or by the venerable Corybantes, or by the mother who haunts the mountains, thou art raving.  But thou art thus tormented on account of some fault committed against the Cretan huntress, profane because of unoffered sacred cakes.  For she goes through the sea and beyond the land on the eddies of the watery brine.  Or some one in the palace misguides thy noble husband, the chief of the Athenians, by secret concubinage in thy bed.  Or some sailor who put from port at Crete, hath sailed to the harbor most friendly to