The Hours are watching⁠—they who keep the mount Olympus and the mighty heaven, with power To open or to close their cloudy veil. Thus through the gates they drave the obedient steeds, And found Saturnius, where he sat apart From other gods, upon the loftiest height Of many-peaked Olympus. Juno there, The white-armed goddess, stayed her chariot-wheels, And, thus accosting Jove, she questioned him:⁠—

“O Father Jupiter, does not thy wrath Rise at those violent deeds of Mars? Thou seest How many of the Achaians he has slain, And what brave men. Nay, thus it should not be. Great grief is mine; but Venus and the god Phoebus, who bears the silver bow, rejoice To see this lawless maniac range the field, And urge him on. O Father Jupiter, Wilt thou be angry with me if I drive Mars, sorely wounded, from the battle-field?”