He said, and terror seiz'd the stag-ey'd Queen: And all the Gods in pitying sorrow mourn'd. Broke silence, and with soothing words address'd His mother, Juno, white-arm'd Queen of Heav'n : "Sad were't, indeed, and grievous to be borne, If for the sake of mortal men you two 670 Should suffer angry passions to arise, 675 And kindle broils in Heav'n; so should our feast By evil influence all its sweetness lack. Let me advise my mother (and I know That her own reason will my words approve) 680 To speak my father fair; lest he again Reply in anger, and our banquet mar. Nay, though Olympian Jove, the lightning's lord, I yet should counsel gentle words, that so This said, he rose, and in his mother's hand 685 "Have patience, mother mine! though much enforc❜d, Dear as thou art, behold thee brought to shame; To save thee; for 'tis hard to strive with Jove. When to thy succour once before I came, 690 He seiz'd me by the foot, and hurl'd me down From Heav'n's high threshold; all the day I fell, 695 And with the setting sun, on Lemnos Isle Lighted, scarce half-alive; there was I found, And by the Sintian people kindly nurst." Thus as he spoke, the white-arm'd Goddess smil❜d, And, smiling, from his hand, receiv'd the cup. 700 Then to th' Immortals all, in order due, He minister'd, and from the flagon pour'd Of Vulcan hobbling round the spacious hall. Thus they till sunset pass'd the festive hours; Nor lack'd the banquet aught to please the sense, 705 Nor Muses' voice, who in alternate strains Each to his home departed, where for each To his own couch, where he was wont of old, When overcome by gentle sleep, to rest, 710 715 717 |