The Humour of Homer and Other EssaysButler, Samuel
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The Humour of Homer and Other Essays
Butler, Samuel
Essays; Greek wit and humor -- History and criticism; Homer -- Humor
"'Juno,' replied the father of gods and men, 'you must not expect to
be told everything that I am thinking about: you are my wife, it is
true, but you might not be able always to understand my meaning; in
so far as it is proper for you to know of my intentions you are the
first person to whom I communicate them either among the gods or
among mankind, but there are certain points which I reserve entirely
for myself, and the less you try to pry into these, or meddle with
them, the better for you.'"
"'Dread son of Saturn,' answered Juno, 'what in the world are you
talking about? I meddle and pry? No one, I am sure, can have his
own way in everything more absolutely than you have. Still I have a
strong misgiving that the old merman's daughter Thetis has been
talking you over. I saw her hugging your knees this very self-same
morning, and I suspect you have been promising her to kill any
number of people down at the Grecian ships, in order to gratify
Achilles.'"
"'Wife,' replied Jove, 'I can do nothing but you suspect me. You
will not do yourself any good, for the more you go on like that the
more I dislike you, and it may fare badly with you. If I mean to
have it so, I mean to have it so, you had better therefore sit still
and hold your tongue as I tell you, for if I once begin to lay my
hands about you, there is not a god in heaven who will be of the
smallest use to you.'
"When Juno heard this she thought it better to submit, so she sat
down without a word, but all the gods throughout Jove's mansion were
very much perturbed. Presently the cunning workman Vulcan tried to
pacify his mother Juno, and said, 'It will never do for you two to
go on quarrelling and setting heaven in an uproar about a pack of
mortals. The thing will not bear talking about. If such counsels
are to prevail a god will not be able to get his dinner in peace.
Let me then advise my mother (and I am sure it is her own opinion)
to make her peace with my dear father, lest he should scold her
still further, and spoil our banquet; for if he does wish to turn us
all out there can be no question about his being perfectly able to
do so. Say something civil to him, therefore, and then perhaps he
will not hurt us.'
"As he spoke he took a large cup of nectar and put it into his
mother's hands, saying, 'Bear it, my dear mother, and make the best
of it. I love you dearly and should be very sorry to see you get a
thrashing. I should not be able to help you, for my father Jove is
not a safe person to differ from. You know once before when I was
trying to help you he caught me by the foot and chucked me from the
heavenly threshold. I was all day long falling from morn to eve,
but at sunset I came to ground on the island of Lemnos, and there
was very little life left in me, till the Sintians came and tended
me.'
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