Then sitting down she wavered in mind and said: "Poor wretch, must I toss hither and thither in woe?
On every side my heart is in despair; nor is there any help for my pain; but it burneth ever thus.

Would that I had been slain by the swift shafts of Artemis before I had set eyes on him, before Chalciope's sons reached the Achaean land.

Some god or some Fury brought them hither for our grief, a cause of many tears.

Let him perish in the contest if it be his lot to die in the field.

For how could I prepare the charms without my parents' knowledge?
What story can I tell them?
What trick, what cunning device for aid can I find?
If I see him alone, apart from his comrades, shall I greet him?
Ill-starred that I am! I cannot hope that I should rest from my sorrows even though he perished; then will evil come to me when he is bereft of life.