GetPassage urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg019.perseus-eng4:639-647 urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg019.perseus-eng4:639-647

And soft shall be my words to him I hate.So speak I; but on whom my spell is setHe hears not, sees not, though so near I stand.She becomes invisible where she stands.Enter PARIS.PARIS.Ho, Hector! Brother! General of the land!Sleepest thou still? We need thy waking sight.Our guards have marked some prowler of the night,We know not if a mere thief or a spy.ATHENA becomes visible again, but seems changed and her voice softer.ATHENA.Have comfort thou! Doth not the Cyprian’s eyeMark all thy peril and keep watch aboveThy battles? How shall I forget the love