Chorus
When the goddesses came to the shady glen, in the streams [285] of mountain springs they bathed their radiant bodies, and then vying with each other in extravagant words of malicious intent they came to the son of Priam. Aphrodite was victorious by her wheedling words, [290] delightful to hear but entailing bitter destruction for the luckless city of the Phrygians, the citadel of Troy.