Imperial Juno artfully replied:⁠— “Importunate Saturnius, what is this That thou hast said? If on this summit height Of Ida we recline, where all around Is open to the sight, how will it be Should any of the ever-living gods Behold us sleeping, and to all the rest Declare it? I could never, rising thence, Enter again thy palace, save with shame. Yet if thou truly speakest thy desire, Thou hast a marriage-chamber of thine own, Which Vulcan, thy beloved son, for thee Framed, fitting to its posts the solid doors; And thither let us go to take our rest Within it, since thou hast declared thy will.”

Then spake again the Cloud-compeller Jove:⁠— “O Juno! Fear thou not that any god Or man will look upon us. I shall throw A golden cloud around us, which the Sun Himself cannot look through, although his eye Is piercing, far beyond all other eyes.”