1. APHRODITE: What’s this I hear you’re up to, Mistress Moon? They say that every time you get over Caria, you stop your team and gaze at Endymion sleeping out of doors in hunter’s fashion, and sometimes even leave your course and go down to him. SELENE: Ask your own son, Aphrodite; it’s his fault.
1. ΑΦΡΟΔΙΤΗ: Τί ταῦτα, ὦ Σελήνη, φασὶ ποιεῖν σε; ὁπόταν κατὰ τὴν Καρίαν γένῃ, ἱστάναι μέν σε τὸ ζεῦγος ἀφορῶσαν ἐς τὸν Ἐνδυμίωνα καθεύδοντα ὑπαίθριον ἅτε κυνηγέτην ὄντα, ἐνίοτε δὲ καὶ καταβαίνειν παρ' αὐτὸν ἐκ μέσης τῆς ὁδοῦ; ΣΕΛΗΝΗ: Ἐρώτα, ὦ Ἀφροδίτη, τὸν σὸν υἱόν, ὅς μοι τούτων αἴτιος.
APHRODITE: You needn’t tell me. He’s got a cheek right enough. See what he’s done to me, his own mother. First he brought me down to Ida after Anchises the Trojan, and then to Mount Libanus after that Assyrian lad; and then he made Persephone fall in love with the boy and robbed me of half my sweetheart. So I’ve threatened him time and again, if he doesn’t stop it, I’ll smash his archery set and strip off his wings. Last time I even took my sandal to his behind. But somehow or other, though he’s scared for the moment and begs for mercy, it’s not long before he’s forgotten all about it.
ΑΦΡΟΔΙΤΗ: Ἔα· ἐκεῖνος ὑβριστής ἐστιν· ἐμὲ γοῦν αὐτὴν τὴν μητέρα οἷα δέδρακεν, ἄρτι μὲν ἐς τὴν Ἴδην κατάγων Ἀγχίσου ἕνεκα τοῦ Ἰλιέως, ἄρτι δὲ ἐς τὸν Λίβανον ἐπὶ τὸ Ἀσσύριον ἐκεῖνο μειράκιον, ὃ καὶ τῇ Φερσεφάττῃ ἐπέραστον ποιήσας ἐξ ἡμισείας ἀφείλετό με τὸν ἐρώμενον· ὥστε πολλάκις ἠπείλησα, εἰ μὴ παύσεται τοιαῦτα ποιῶν, κλάσειν μὲν αὐτοῦ τὰ τόξα καὶ τὴν φαρέτραν, περιαιρήσειν δὲ καὶ τὰ πτερά· ἤδη δὲ καὶ πληγὰς αὐτῷ ἐνέτεινα ἐς τὰς πυγὰς τῷ σανδάλῳ· ὁ δὲ οὐκ οἶδ’ ὅπως τὸ παραυτίκα δεδιὼς καὶ ἱκετεύων μετ' ὀλίγον ἐπιλέλησται ἁπάντων.
2. APHRODITE: But tell me, is Endymion good-looking? If so, your plight is sorry indeed. SELENE: I think he’s very good-looking, Aphrodite, especially when he sleeps with his cloak under him on the rock, with his javelins just slipping out of his left hand as he holds them, and his right hand bent upwards round his head and framing his face makes a charming picture, while he’s relaxed in sleep and breathing in the sweetest way imaginable. Then I creep down quietly on tip-toe, so as not to waken him and give him a fright, and then—but you can guess; there’s no need to tell you what happens next. You must remember I’m dying of love.
2. ΑΦΡΟΔΙΤΗ: ἀτὰρ εἰπέ μοι, καλὸς ὁ Ἐνδυμίων ἐστίν; ἀπαραμύθητον γὰρ οὕτως τὸ δεινόν. ΣΕΛΗΝΗ: Ἐμοὶ μὲν καὶ πάνυ καλός, ὦ Ἀφροδίτη, δοκεῖ, καὶ μάλιστα ὅταν ὑποβαλλόμενος ἐπὶ τῆς πέτρας τὴν χλαμύδα καθεύδῃ τῇ λαιᾷ μὲν ἔχων τὰ ἀκόντια ἤδη ἐκ τῆς χειρὸς ὑπορρέοντα, ἡ δεξιὰ δὲ περὶ τὴν κεφαλὴν ἐς τὸ ἄνω ἐπικεκλασμένη ἐπιπρέπῃ τῷ προσώπῳ περικειμένη, ὁ δὲ ὑπὸ τοῦ ὕπνου λελυμένος ἀναπνέῃ τὸ ἀμβρόσιον ἐκεῖνο ἆσθμα. τότε τοίνυν ἐγὼ ἀψοφητὶ κατιοῦσα ἐπ' ἄκρων τῶν δακτύλων βεβηκυῖα ὡς ἂν μὴ ἀνεγρόμενος ἐκταραχθείη—οἶσθα· τί οὖν ἄν σοι λέγοιμι τὰ μετὰ ταῦτα; πλὴν ἀπόλλυμαί γε ὑπὸ τοῦ ἔρωτος.