Eros Well, of course. They are but mortals; the sight of Zeus is too much for them. Zeus Then why are Branchus and Hyacinth so fond of Apollo? Eros Daphne ran away from him, anyhow; in spite of his beautiful hair and his smooth chin. Now, shall I tell you the way to win hearts? Keep that aegis of yours quiet, and leave the thunderbolt at home; make yourself as smart as you can; curl your hair and tie it up with a bit of ribbon, get a purple cloak, and gold-bespangled shoes, and march forth to the music of flute and drum;—and see if you don’t get a finer following than Dionysus, for all his Maenads. Zeus Pooh! I'll win no hearts on such terms. Eros Oh, in that case, don’t fall in love. Nothing could be simpler. Zeus I dare say; but I like being in love, only I don’t like all this fuss. Now mind; if I let you off, it is on this understanding.