_Zeus_. Ask your own guilty conscience, what harm. The pranks you have played me! Satyr, bull, swan, eagle, shower of gold,—I have been everything in my time; and I have you to thank for it. You never by any chance make the women in love with _me_; no one is ever smitten with _my_ charms, that I have noticed. No, there must be magic in it always; I must be kept well out of sight. They like the bull or the swan well enough: but once let them set eyes on _me_, and they are frightened out of their lives. _Eros_. Well, of course. They are but mortals; the sight of Zeus is too much for them. _Zeus_. Then why are Branchus and Hyacinth so fond of Apollo? _Eros_. Daphne ran away from him, anyhow; in spite of his beautiful hair and his smooth chin. Now, shall I tell you the way to win hearts? Keep that aegis of yours quiet, and leave the thunderbolt at home; make yourself as smart as you can; curl your hair and tie it up with a bit of ribbon, get a purple cloak, and gold-bespangled shoes, and march forth to the music of flute and drum;—and see if you don't get a finer following than Dionysus, for all his Maenads. _Zeus_. Pooh! I'll win no hearts on such terms. _Eros_. Oh, in that case, don't fall in love. Nothing could be simpler. _Zeus_. I dare say; but I like being in love, only I don't like all this fuss. Now mind; if I let you off, it is on this understanding. F. III _Zeus. Hermes_ _Zeus_. Hermes, you know Inachus's beautiful daughter? _Her_. I do. Io, you mean? _Zeus_. Yes; she is not a girl now, but a heifer. _Her_. Magic at work! how did that come about? _Zeus_. Hera had a jealous fit, and transformed her. But that is not all; she has thought of a new punishment for the poor thing. She has put a cowherd in charge, who is all over eyes; this Argus, as he is called, pastures the heifer, and never goes to sleep. _Her_. Well, what am I to do? _Zeus_. Fly down to Nemea, where the pasture is, kill Argus, take Io across the sea to Egypt, and convert her into Isis. She shall be henceforth an Egyptian Goddess, flood the Nile, regulate the winds, and rescue mariners. H. VI _Hera. Zeus_ _Hera_. Zeus! What is your opinion of this man Ixion? _Zeus_. Why, my dear, I think he is a very good sort of man; and the best of company. Indeed, if he were unworthy of our company, he would not be here. _Hera_. He _is_ unworthy! He is a villain! Discard him! _Zeus_. Eh? What has he been after? I must know about this. _Hera_. Certainly you must; though I scarce know how to tell you. The wretch! _Zeus_. Oh, oh; if he is a 'wretch,' you must certainly tell me all about it. I know what 'wretch' means, on your discreet tongue. What, he has been making love?