Then gentle Sleep made answer, speaking thus:⁠— “Great Saturn’s daughter, Juno the august, On any other of the deathless gods Could I bring slumber⁠—even on the tides Of the swift Ocean, parent of them all; Yet may I not approach Saturnian Jove If he command me not. Already once He made me quail with fright before his threats, When his magnanimous son, Alcides, sailed From Troy, which he had ravaged. Then I lulled The senses of the Aegis-bearer, Jove, Wrapping myself around him, while thy mind Was planning mischiefs for his son, and thou Didst wake the blasts of all the bitter winds To sweep the ocean, and to bear away The hero on its billows from his friends To populous Cos. When Jupiter awoke His anger rose; he seized and flung the gods Hither and thither; me he chiefly sought, And would have cast me to destruction, down From the great heavens into the deep, if Night, Whose power o’ercomes the might of gods and men, Had not preserved me, fleeing to her shade. So Jove refrained, indignant as he was,