“What man are you, and where are you from? What city is yours? And who are your parents? I wonder that you drank my potion, and were not bewitched. You must be Odysseus...
I have no desire to go to bed with you, goddess, unless you swear a solemn oath by the blessed gods not to try and harm me with your mischief.”’
Come, sheathe your sword, and let us two go to my bed, so we may learn to trust one another by twining in love.”
Circe, what decent man could bring himself to eat and drink before he had freed his men, and seen them face to face? If you wish me in truth to eat and drink as you ask, then set them free and let me see my loyal friends with my own eyes.”
Odysseus, why do you sit as if you were dumb, eating your heart out, not touching the food or drink?