Bethink thee of my love, and whence it came, my Lady Moon!

And the Thracian servant of Theucharidas,--my nurse that is but
lately dead, and who then dwelt at our doors,--besought me and
implored me to come and see the show. And I went with her, wretched
woman that I am, clad about in a fair and sweeping linen stole, over
which I had thrown the holiday dress of Clearista.

Bethink thee of my love, and whence it came, my Lady Moon!

Lo! I was now come to the mid-point of the highway, near the
dwelling of Lycon, and there I saw Delphis and Eudamippus walking
together. Their beards were more golden than the golden flower of
the ivy; their breasts (they coming fresh from the glorious
wrestler's toil) were brighter of sheen than thyself Selene!

Bethink thee of my love, and whence it came, my Lady Moon!

Even as I looked I loved, loved madly, and all my heart was wounded,
woe is me, and my beauty began to wane. No more heed took I of that
show, and how I came home I know not; but some parching fever utterly
overthrew me, and I lay a-bed ten days and ten nights.

Bethink thee of my love, and whence it came, my Lady Moon!

And oftentimes my skin waxed wan as the colour of boxwood, and all my
hair was falling from my head, and what was left of me was but skin
and bones. Was there a wizard to whom I did not seek, or a crone to
whose house I did not resort, of them that have art magical? But
this was no light malady, and the time went fleeting on.