Imperial, large-eyed Juno thus rejoined:⁠— “Why rise such thoughts, O Sleep, within thy heart? Deem’st thou that Jove the Thunderer favors Troy As much as he was angered for the sake Of Hercules, his son? Do what I ask, And thou shalt have from me a wedded spouse. One of the younger Graces shall be thine⁠— Pasithea, whom thou hast desired so long.”

She spake, and Sleep, delighted, answered thus:⁠— “Swear now to me, O goddess, by the Styx, The inviolable river. Lay one hand Upon the food-producing earth, and place The other on the glimmering sea, that all The gods below, round Saturn, may attest Thy promise⁠—that thou wilt bestow on me One of the younger Graces for my bride⁠— Pasithea, whom I have desired so long.”