...city; every heart loathed utterly the long, laborious sea. Then in their midst alighted, not unskilled in working woe, the goddess; though she wore nor garb nor form divine, but made herself one Beroe , Doryclus' aged wife, who in her happier days had lineage fair and sons of noble name; in such disguise she called the Trojan dames: “O ye ill-starred, that were not seized and slain by Gre...