Plexippus.

  Nor any man a man’s mouth woman-tongued.

  Meleager.

  For my lips bite not sharper than mine hands.

  Plexippus.

  Nay, both bite soft, but no whit softly mine.

  Meleager.

  Keep thine hands clean; they have time enough to stain.

  Plexippus.

  For thine shall rest and wax not red to-day.

  Meleager.

  Have all thy will of words; talk out thine heart.

  Althaea.

  Refrain your lips, O brethren, and my son,
  Lest words turn snakes and bite you uttering them.

  Toxeus.

  Except she give her blood before the gods,
  What profit shall a maid be among men?

  Plexippus.

  Let her come crowned and stretch her throat for a knife,
  Bleat out her spirit and die, and so shall men
  Through her too prosper and through prosperous gods;
  But nowise through her living; shall she live
  A flower-bud of the flower-bed, or sweet fruit
  For kisses and the honey-making mouth,
  And play the shield for strong men and the spear? 
  Then shall the heifer and her mate lock horns,
  And the bride overbear the groom, and men
  Gods, for no less division sunders these;
  Since all things made are seasonable in time,
  But if one alter unseasonable are all. 
  But thou, O Zeus, hear me that I may slay
  This beast before thee and no man halve with me
  Nor woman, lest these mock thee, though a god,
  Who hast made men strong, and thou being wise be held
  Foolish; for wise is that thing which endures.

  Atalanta.

  Men, and the chosen of all this people, and thou,
  King, I beseech you a little bear with me. 
  For if my life be shameful that I live,
  Let the gods witness and their wrath; but these
  Cast no such word against me.  Thou, O mine,
  O holy, O happy goddess, if I sin
  Changing the words of women and the works
  For spears and strange men’s faces, hast not thou
  One shaft of all thy sudden seven that pierced
  Seven through the bosom or shining throat or side,
  All couched about one mother’s loosening knees,
  All holy born, engrafted of Tantalus? 
  But if toward any of you I am overbold
  That take thus much upon me, let him think
  How I, for all my forest holiness,
  Fame, and this armed and iron maidenhood,
  Pay thus much also; I shall have no man’s love
  For ever, and no face of children born
  Or feeding lips upon me or fastening eyes
  For ever, nor being dead shall kings my sons
  Mourn me and bury, and tears on daughters’ cheeks
  Burn, but a cold and sacred life, but strange,
  But far from dances and the back-blowing torch,
  Far off from flowers or any bed of man,
  Shall my life be for ever:  me the snows
  That face the first o’ the morning,