Content — what is happening
- As Cupid springs up, Psyche grabs his right leg with both hands and is hauled into the air — a pitiable appendage of his flight, the trailing tail of his soaring escort — until at last, worn out, she slips back to the ground.
- But the god does not abandon her where she lies; he flies to the nearest cypress and, from its high top, deeply stirred, addresses her:
- ‘Naïve Psyche! Heedless of my mother Venus’s orders — she who had commanded you, bound by desire, to be handed over in marriage to the most wretched, lowest of men —',
- ‘I, your own lover, flew to you myself instead.’