No one would think he had just come from fighting, but rather that he was going to a dance, or had done dancing and was sitting down." With these words she moved the heart of Helen to anger.

When she marked the beautiful neck of the goddess, her lovely bosom, and sparkling eyes, she marvelled at her and said, "Goddess, why do you thus beguile me?
Are you going to send me afield still further to some man whom you have taken up in Phrygia or fair Meonia?
Menelaus has just vanquished Alexandrus, and is to take my hateful self back with him.

You are come here to betray me.

Go sit with Alexandrus yourself; henceforth be goddess no longer; never let your feet carry you back to Olympus; worry about him and look after him till he make you his wife, or, for the matter of that, his slave--but me?
I shall not go; I can garnish his bed no longer; I should be a by-word among all the women of Troy.
Besides, I have trouble on my mind." Venus was very angry, and said, "Bold hussy, do not provoke me; if you do, I shall leave you to your fate and hate you as much as I have loved you.

I will stir up fierce hatred between Trojans and Achaeans, and you shall come to a bad end." At this Helen was frightened.