Its snows and make my suit to Jupiter The Thunderer, if haply he may yield To my entreaties. Thou, meanwhile, abide By thy swift ships, incensed against the Greeks, And take no part in all their battles more. But yesterday did Jove depart to hold A banquet far in Ocean’s realm, among The blameless Ethiopians, and with him Went all the train of gods. Twelve days must pass Ere he return to heaven, and I will then Enter his brazen palace, clasp his knees, And hope to move his purpose by my prayers.”
So saying, she departed, leaving him In anger for the shapely damsel’s sake, Whom forcibly they took away. Meantime Ulysses, with the sacred hecatomb, Arrived at Chrysa. Entering the deep port, They folded up the sails and laid them down In the black ship, and lowering the mast, With all its shrouds, they brought it to its place, Then to the shore they urged the barque with oars, And cast the anchors and secured the prow With fastenings. Next, they disembarked and stood Upon the beach and placed the hecatomb In sight of Phoebus, the great archer. Last, Chryseis left the deck, and, leading her Up to the altar, wise Ulysses gave The maid to her dear father, speaking thus:—