human
See how deftly she rolls the wool into soft fleecy balls,
gpt
And with what delicate grace she cards it, said another.
human
It is as light and fine as the mists of the morning. She is wonderful, indeed.
gpt
Surely the maiden has more than human skill, added the first speaker.
human
I believe Minerva, the goddess of spinning and weaving, taught her how to throw that swift shuttle.
gpt
I did not learn my art from Minerva, but I'm quite sure I can equal the goddess in skill.
human
Hush! cried one of the bystanders.
gpt
Those are rash words, indeed. No mortal can compare with the gods.
human
I'm willing at any time to match my skill with Minerva's. If she can prove herself to be my superior I'll bear any punishment she may name.
gpt
Lo, I've come to give you advice which I have learned through the years. Beware of pride and boastfulness. True knowledge teaches humility. Seek for fame among mortals if you like, but never try to match your skill with Minerva's. Your proud boasting has offended the goddess. Ask humbly for her forgiveness and I believe she will pardon your rash words.
human
Old woman, begone! I care not for your advice. If Minerva's skill is greater than mine let the goddess prove it by fair trial. Why does she not come herself to see me?