Tears stopp’d his speech: astonish’d Peleus pleads To know the cause from whence his grief proceeds. The prince replied, “There’s none of ye but deems This hawk was ever such as now it seems; Know ’twas a hero once, Daedalion named, For warlike deeds, and haughty valour, famed; Like me, to that bright luminary born, Who wakes Aurora, and brings on the morn. His fierceness still remains, and love of blood, Now dread of birds and tyrant of the wood: My make was softer, peace my greatest care; But this, my brother, wholly bent on war; Late, nations fear’d, and routed armies fled, That force, which now the timorous pigeons dread. A daughter he possess’d, divinely fair, And scarcely yet had seen her fifteenth year, Young Chione. A thousand rivals strove To win the maid, and teach her how to love. Phoebus and Mercury, by chance, one day, From Delphi and Cyllene pass’d this way; Together they the virgin saw: desire At once warm’d both their breasts with am’rous fire. Her time complete nine circling moons had run, To either god she bore a lovely son;