"The lady Circe mixed me a golden cup of... wine...I drank, and the drink failed. But she came forward aiming a stroke with her long stick, and whispered: "Down in the sty and snore among the rest!" Odysseus held his sword against her neck, startling her, then said, "Here iin this house you turned my men to swine... I mount no bed of love with you upon it. Or swear me first a great oath, If I do, you'll work no more enchantment to my harm" Circe agreed, and they went to bed.