STRANGER. Yes, because she bound me to earth--like the round shot a
slave drags on his foot, so that he can't escape.

TEMPTER. You talk of woman. Always woman.

STRANGER. Yes. Woman. The beginning and the end--for us men anyhow.
In relationship to one another they are nothing.

TEMPTER. So that's it; nothing in themselves; but everything for
us, through us! Our honour and our shame; our greatest joy, our
deepest pain; our redemption and our fall; our wages and our
punishment; our strength and our weakness.

STRANGER. Our shame! You've said so. Explain this riddle to me, you
who're wise. Whenever I appeared in public arm in arm with a woman,
my wife, who was beautiful and whom I adored, I felt ashamed of my
own weakness. Explain that riddle to me.

TEMPTER. You felt ashamed? I don't know why.

STRANGER. Can't you answer? You, of all men?

TEMPTER. No, I can't. But I too always suffered when I was with my
wife in company, because I felt she was being soiled by men's
glances, and I through her.

STRANGER. And when she did the shameful deed, you were dishonoured.
Why?

TEMPTER. The Eve of the Greeks was called Pandora, and Zeus created