Psyche, bitterly weeping, assists not at her marriage but at her own obsequies, and while the parents hesitate to accomplish a thing so unholy the daughter cries to them: "Wherefore torment your luckless age by long weeping?
This was the prize of my extraordinary beauty! When all people celebrated us with divine honours, and in one voice named the New Venus, it was then ye should have wept for me as one dead.

Now at last I understand that that one name of Venus has been my ruin.

Lead me and set me upon the appointed place.

I am in haste to submit to that well-omened marriage, to behold that goodly spouse.

Why delay the coming of him who was born for the destruction of the whole world ?" She was silent, and with firm step went on the way.