Circe to Odysseus · divine
The Odyssey 10.320
‘Begone now to the sty, and lie with the rest of thy comrades.’
“So she spoke, but I, drawing my sharp sword from beside my thigh, rushed upon Circe, as though I would slay her. But she, with a loud cry, ran beneath, and clasped my knees, and with wailing she spoke to me winged words:
ἔρχεο νῦν συφεόνδε, μετʼ ἄλλων λέξο ἑταίρων.