<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0013.tlg005.perseus-eng2"><l n="130">while I am now come to you: for unbending necessity is upon me. But I beseech you
        by Zeus and by your noble parents —for no base folk could get such a son as you —take me
        now, stainless and unproved in love, and show me to your father and careful mother </l><l n="135">and to your brothers sprung from the same stock. I shall be no ill-liking daughter
        for them, but a likely. Moreover, send a messenger quickly to the swift-horsed Phrygians, to
        tell my father and my sorrowing mother; and they will send you gold in plenty and woven
        stuffs, many splendid gifts; </l><l n="140">take these as bride-piece. So do, and then prepare the sweet marriage that is
          honorable in the eyes of men and deathless gods.”<!-- <milestone type="endquote"/> --> <milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>When she had so spoken, the goddess put
        sweet desire in his heart. And Anchises was seized with love, so that he opened his mouth
        and said:<milestone n="145" unit="card"/>
         </l><l n="145"><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/><!-- <milestone type="startquote"/> -->“If you are a mortal and a woman was the mother who bare you, and Otreus of famous
        name is your father as you say, and if you are come here by the will of Hermes the immortal
        Guide, and are to be called my wife always, then neither god nor mortal man </l><l n="150">shall here restrain me till I have lain with you in love right now; no, not even if
        far-shooting Apollo himself should launch grievous shafts from his silver bow. Willingly
        would I go down into the house of Hades, O lady, beautiful as the goddesses, once I had gone
        up to your bed.”<!-- <milestone type="endquote"/> --> </l><l n="155"><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>So speaking, he caught her by the hand. And laughter-loving Aphrodite, with face
        turned away and lovely eyes downcast, crept to the well-spread couch which was already laid
        with soft coverings for the hero; and upon it lay skins of bears and deep-roaring lions </l><l n="160">which he himself had slain in the high mountains. And when they had gone up upon
        the well-fitted bed, first Anchises took off her bright jewelry of pins and twisted brooches
        and earrings and necklaces, and loosed her girdle and stripped off her bright garments </l><l n="165">and laid them down upon a silver-studded seat. Then by the will of the gods and
        destiny he lay with her, a mortal man with an immortal goddess, not clearly knowing what he
        did. <milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>But at the time when the herdsmen drive their oxen and hardy sheep back to the fold
        from the flowery pastures, </l><l n="170">even then Aphrodite poured soft sleep upon Anchises, but herself put on her rich
        raiment. And when the bright goddess had fully clothed herself, she stood by the couch, and
        her head reached to the well-hewn roof-tree; from her cheeks shone unearthly beauty </l><l n="175">such as belongs to rich-crowned Cytherea. Then she aroused him from sleep and
          opened her mouth and said:<milestone n="177" unit="card"/><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/><!-- <milestone type="startquote"/> -->“Up, son of Dardanus! —why sleep
          you so heavily? —and consider whether I look as I did when first you saw me with your eyes.”<!-- <milestone type="endquote"/> --></l><l n="180"><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>So she spake. And he awoke in a moment and obeyed her. But when he saw the neck
        and lovely eyes of Aphrodite, he was afraid and turned his eyes aside another way, hiding
        his comely face with his cloak. Then he uttered winged words and entreated her: </l><l n="185"><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/><!-- <milestone type="startquote"/> -->“So soon as ever I saw you with my eyes, goddess, I knew that you were divine; but
        you did not tell me truly. Yet by Zeus who holds the aegis I beseech you, leave me not to
        lead a palsied life among men, but have pity on me; </l><l n="190">for he who lies with a deathless goddess is no hale man afterwards.”<!-- <milestone type="endquote"/> --><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>Then Aphrodite
         the daughter of Zeus answered him: <!-- <milestone type="startquote"/> -->“Anchises, most glorious of mortal men, take courage and
        be not too fearful in your heart. You need fear no harm from me </l><l n="195">nor from the other blessed ones, for you are dear to the gods: and you shall have a
        dear son who shall reign among the Trojans, and children's children after him, springing up
        continually. His name shall be Aeneas,<note anchored="true" resp="ed">The name Aeneas is
          here connected with the epithet <foreign xml:lang="xgreek">ainos</foreign> (awful):
          similarly the name Odysseus is derived (in <bibl n="Hom. Od. 1.62"><title>Od.</title> i.
           62</bibl>) from <foreign xml:lang="grc">ὀδυσσομαι</foreign> (I grieve).</note>
        because I felt awful grief in that I laid me in the bed of a mortal man: </l><l n="200">yet are those of your race always the most like to gods of all mortal men in beauty
        and in stature.<note anchored="true" resp="ed">Aphrodite extenuates her disgrace by claiming
          that the race of Anchises is almost divine, as is shown in the persons of Ganymedes and
          Tithonus.</note> <milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>Verily wise Zeus carried off golden-haired Ganymedes because of his
        beauty, to be amongst the Deathless Ones and pour drink for the gods in the house of Zeus — </l><l n="205">a wonder to see—,honored by all the immortals as he draws the red nectar from the
        golden bowl. But grief that could not be soothed filled the heart of Tros; for he knew not
        whither the heaven-sent whirlwind had caught up his dear son, so that he mourned him always,
        unceasingly, </l><l n="210">until Zeus pitied him and gave him high-stepping horses such as carry the immortals
        as recompense for his son. These he gave him as a gift. And at the command of Zeus, the
        Guide, the slayer of Argus, told him all, and how his son would be deathless and unageing,
        even as the gods. </l><l n="215">So when Tros heard these tidings from Zeus, he no longer kept mourning but rejoiced
          in his heart and rode joyfully with his storm-footed horses.<milestone ed="P" n="218" unit="card"/><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>So also golden-throned Eos rapt away Tithonus who was of your race and like
        the deathless gods. </l><l n="220">And she went to ask the dark-clouded Son of Cronos that he should be deathless and
        live eternally; and Zeus bowed his head to her prayer and fulfilled her desire. Too simple
        was queenly Eos: she thought not in her heart to ask youth for him and to strip him of the
        slough of deadly age. </l><l n="225">So while he enjoyed the sweet flower of life he lived rapturously with
        golden-throned Eos, the early-born, by the streams of Ocean, at the ends of the earth; but
        when the first grey hairs began to ripple from his comely head and noble chin, </l><l n="230">queenly Eos kept away from his bed, though she cherished him in her house and
        nourished him with food and ambrosia and gave him rich clothing. But when loathsome old age
        pressed full upon him, and he could not move nor lift his limbs, </l><l n="235">this seemed to her in her heart the best counsel: she laid him in a room and put to
        the shining doors. There he babbles endlessly, and no more has strength at all, such as once
        he had in his supple limbs. <milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>I would not have you be deathless among the deathless gods </l><l n="240">and live continually after such sort. Yet if you could live on such as now you are
        in look and in form, and be called my husband, sorrow would not then enfold my careful
        heart. But, as it is, harsh<note anchored="true" resp="ed">So Christ connecting the word
         with<foreign xml:lang="grc">ὠμός</foreign>. L. and S. give = <foreign xml:lang="grc">ὁμοῖος</foreign>, “common to all.”</note> old age will soon enshroud you — </l><l n="245">ruthless age which stands someday at the side of every man, deadly, wearying,
          dreaded even by the gods.<milestone n="247" unit="card"/><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>And now because of you I shall
        have great shame among the deathless gods henceforth, continually. For until now they feared
        my jibes and the wiles by which, or soon or late, </l><l n="250">I mated all the immortals with mortal women, making them all subject to my will.
        But now my mouth shall no more have this power among the gods; for very great has been my
        madness, my miserable and dreadful madness, and I went astray out of my mind </l><l n="255">who have gotten a child beneath my girdle, mating with a mortal man. As for the
        child, as soon as he sees the light of the sun, the deep-breasted mountain Nymphs who
        inhabit this great and holy mountain shall bring him up. They rank neither with mortals nor
        with immortals: </l><l n="260">long indeed do they live, eating heavenly food and treading the lovely dance among
        the immortals, and with them the Sileni and the sharp-eyed Slayer of Argus mate in the
        depths of pleasant caves; but at their birth pines or high-topped oaks </l><l n="265">spring up with them upon the fruitful earth, beautiful, flourishing trees, towering
        high upon the lofty mountains (and men call them holy places of the immortals, and never
        mortal lops them with the axe); but when the fate of death is near at hand, </l><l n="270">first those lovely trees wither where they stand, and the bark shrivels away about
        them, and the twigs fall down, and at last the life of the Nymph and of the tree leave the
        light of the sun together. These Nymphs shall keep my son with them and rear him, and as
        soon as he is come to lovely boyhood, </l><l n="275">the goddesses will bring him here to you and show you your child. But, that I may
        tell you all that I have in mind, I will come here again towards the fifth year and bring
        you my son. So soon as ever you have seen him —a scion to delight the eyes —, you will
        rejoice in beholding him; for he shall be most godlike: </l></div></body></text></TEI>