Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
But her sweet Sleep answering, addressed: “Juno, venerable goddess,
daughter of great Saturn, any other of the everlasting gods could I
easily lull to sleep, and even the flowing of rapid Ocean, who is the
parent of all; but I could not approach Saturnian Jove, nor lull him to
sleep, unless, at least, he himself command me. For once already, at
least, has he terrified me by his threats, on that day when the
magnanimous son of Jove (Hercules) sailed from Ilium, having sacked the
city of the Trojans. Then I lulled the mind of ægis-bearing Jove, being
poured gently around him, whilst thou wast planning evils in thy mind
[against the hero], rousing the blasts of bitter winds over the deep;
and thou didst afterwards carry him away apart from all his friends to
well-inhabited Cos. But he, when awakened, was enraged, hurling about
the gods through his mansion, and me chiefly of all he sought, and
would have cast me down, a lost one, from the æther into the deep, had
not Night, vanquisher of gods and men, preserved me, to whom I came
flying. So he restrained himself, angry as he was; for he dreaded lest
he should do things which were disagreeable to swift 472 Night. And now
again dost thou urge me to perform this another dangerous deed.”
But him the venerable large-eyed Juno in turn answered: “Ο Sleep, why
thinkest thou these things within thy mind? Canst thou suppose that
far-sounding Jove favours the Trojans, as he was enraged on account of
Hercules, his own son? But come, [do this], and I will give thee one of
the younger Graces to wed, and to be called thy spouse, Pasithea, 473
whom thou fondly desirest day after day.”
Footnote 472: (return) But see Buttm. Lexil. p. 369. Translate, “quick
and fearful night.”
Footnote 473: (return) The most beautiful of the Graces,—“blandarum
prima sororum,” according to Statius, Theb. ii. 286. Cf. Virg. Æn. i.
267, sqq.
Thus she spoke; but Sleep was delighted, and, answering, addressed her:
“Come now, swear to me by the inviolable water of the Styx, and touch
with one hand the fertile earth, and with the other the marble sea; so
that all the gods beneath, around Saturn, may be witnesses between us,
that thou wilt surely give me one of the younger Graces, Pasithea, whom
I will desire all my days.”
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