"“Whither again, O luckless, roamest thou The wolds alone, unknowing of the country? Lo, there in Circe’s house thy men are penned Like pigs in close-shut styes. And art thou come To free them? Nay, I tell thee, thou thyself Shalt not return, but stay there with the others. But see, I will redeem thee from the peril And save thee. Take thou this good herb, and go To Circe’s house: ’twill keep the evil day Off from thy head. And I will show thee all The deadly arts of Circe. She will mix thee A potion and throw drugs into thy food. Nor even so shall she avail to witch thee, For the good herb that I shall give thee will not Permit of that. And I will tell thee all. When Circe raps thee with her tapering wand, Then do thou pull thy sharp sword from thy side And spring at her as thou wert fain to slay her; And she in fear wall bid thee lie with her. Then after that refuse thou not her bed, That she may free thy men and succour thee: But bid her swear by the great oath of heaven To plan thee no new hurt, lest when she hath Thee stripped, she make thee weakling and unmanned.”"