Household Gods

Aurcta. The secret’s in a kiss. Here are no kisses. Here great Artemis Rules; only in the woodland may a man Hide his eyes from her, pledge himself to Pan. Come! through the tangled arches Of cypresses and larches, Stoop; under Artemis we walked upright; But this is Pan’s home, and the House of Night. (They enter the wood. Crassus. So when I stoop, my cheek comes close to yours. Give mea kiss. Autcta. The poisonous apple lures ‘Thus the boy’s mouth. Beware! Crassus. O you ate fairl Fairer than ever! In this tangle of trees, ‘Your hot breath wraps you in perfume. Aura. ‘There is some gloom or doom, A bitter harsh ingredient In these my sorceries Of animal scent. 1