Heard’st thou not Juno being arriv’d from heav’n’s great King but now? Or wouldst thou he himself should rise, forc’d with thy rage, to show The dreadful pow’r she urg’d in him, so justly being stirr’d? Know, thou most impudent and mad, thy wrath had not inferr’d Mischief to thee, but to us all. His spirit had instantly Left both the hosts, and turn’d his hands to uproars in the sky, Guilty and guiltless both to wrack in his high rage had gone. And therefore, as thou lov’st thyself, cease fury for thy son; Another, far exceeding him in heart and strength of hand, Or is, or will be shortly, slain. It were a work would stand Jove in much trouble, to free all from death that would not die.” This threat ev’n nail’d him to his throne; when heav’n’s chief Majesty Call’d bright Apollo from his fane, and Iris that had place Of internunciess from the Gods, to whom she did the grace Of Jupiter, to this effect: “It is Saturnius’ will, That both, with utmost speed, should stoop to the Idalian hill, To know his further pleasure there. And this let me advise, When you arrive, and are in reach of his refulgent eyes, His pleasure heard, perform it all, of whatsoever kind.” Thus mov’d she back, and us’d her throne. Those two outstripp’d the wind, And Ida all-enchas’d with springs they soon attain’d, and found Where far-discerning Jupiter, in his repose, had crown’d The brows of Gargarus, and wrapt an odorif’rous cloud About his bosom. Coming near, they stood. Nor now he show’d His angry count’nance, since so soon he saw they made th’ access That his lov’d wife enjoin’d; but first the fair ambassadress He thus commanded: “Iris, go to Neptune, and relate Our pleasure truly, and at large. Command him from the fate Of human war, and either greet the Gods’ society, Or the divine sea make his seat. If proudly he deny, Let better counsels be his guides, than such as bid me war, And tempt my charge, though he be strong, for I am stronger far, And elder born. Nor let him dare, to boast even state with me Whom all Gods else prefer in fear.” This said, down hasted she From Ida’s top to Ilion; and like a mighty snow, Or gelid hail, that from the clouds the northern spirit doth blow; So fell the windy-footed dame, and found with quick repair The wat’ry God, to whom she said: “God with the sable hair, I came from Ægis-bearing Jove, to bid thee cease from fight, And visit heav’n, or th’ ample seas. Which if, in his despite, Or disobedience, thou deniest, he threatens thee to come, In opposite fight, to field himself; and therefore warns thee home, His hands eschewing, since his pow’r is far-superior, His birth before thee; and affirms, thy lov’d heart should abhor To vaunt equality with him, whom ev’ry Deity fears.” He answer’d: “O unworthy thing! Though he be great, he bears His tongue too proudly, that ourself, born to an equal share Of state and freedom, he would force. Three brothers born we are To Saturn, Rhea brought us forth, this Jupiter, and I.