_Tri_. Athene held up her shield—I heard him telling Andromeda and Cepheus about it afterwards—Athene showed him the reflection of the Gorgon in her shield, which is as bright as any mirror; so he took hold of her hair in his left hand, grasped his scimetar with the right, still looking at the reflection, cut off her head, and was off before her sisters woke up. Lowering his flight as he reached the Ethiopian coast yonder, he caught sight of Andromeda, fettered to a jutting rock, her hair hanging loose about her shoulders; ye Gods, what loveliness was there exposed to view! And first pity of her hard fate prompted him to ask the cause of her doom: but Fate had decreed the maiden's deliverance, and presently Love stole upon him, and he resolved to save her. The hideous monster now drew near, and would have swallowed her: but the youth, hovering above, smote him with the drawn scimetar in his right hand, and with his left uncovered the petrifying Gorgon's head: in one moment the monster was lifeless; all of him that had met that gaze was turned to stone. Then Perseus released the maiden from her fetters, and supported her, as with timid steps she descended from the slippery rock.—And now he is to marry her in Cepheus's palace, and take her home to Argos; so that where she looked for death, she has found an uncommonly good match. _Iph_. I am not sorry to hear it. It is no fault of hers, if her mother has the vanity to set up for our rival. _Dor_. Still, she _is_ Andromeda's mother; and we should have had our revenge on her through the daughter. _Iph_. My dear, let bygones be bygones. What matter if a barbarian queen's tongue runs away with her? She is sufficiently punished by the fright. So let us take this marriage in good part. F. XV _West Wind. South Wind_ _W_. Such a splendid pageant I never saw on the waves, since the day I first blew. You were not there, Notus? _S_. Pageant, Zephyr? what pageant? and whose? _W_. You missed a most ravishing spectacle; such another chance you are not likely to have. _S_. I was busy with the Red Sea; and I gave the Indian coasts a little airing too. So I don't know what you are talking about. _W_. Well, you know Agenor the Sidonian? _S_. Europa's father? what of him? _W_. Europa it is that I am going to tell you about. _S_. You need not tell me that Zeus has been in love with her this long while; that is stale news. _W_. We can pass the love, then, and get on to the sequel.