“Earth-shaker! Thou who rulest far and wide! Is there no pity for the perishing Greeks Within that breast of thine? They bring to thee At Helicè and Aegae costly gifts And many, wherefore thy desire should be That they may win the victory. If the gods Who favor the Achaians should combine To drive the Trojans back, and hold in check High-thundering Jupiter, the God would sit In sullen grief on Ida’s top alone.”

Earth-shaking Neptune answered in disdain:⁠— “O Juno, rash in speech! What words are these? Think not that I can wish to join the gods In conflict with the monarch Jupiter, The son of Saturn, mightier than we all.”