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 call 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.

Perish all shame, perish all glow; may he, saved by my effort, go scatheless wherever his heart desires.