Imperial, large-eyed Juno answered thus:⁠— “What words, dread son of Saturn, hast thou said! Wouldst thou deliver from the common lot Of death a mortal doomed long since by fate? Do as thou wilt, but be thou sure of this⁠— The other gods will not approve. And bear In mind these words of mine. If thou shouldst send Sarpedon home to Lycia safe, reflect Some other god may claim the right, like thee, To rescue his beloved son from death In battle; for we know that in the war Round Priam’s noble city are many sons Of gods, who will with vehement anger see Thy interposing hand. Yet if he be So dear to thee, and thou dost pity him, Let him in mortal combat be o’ercome By Menoetiades, and when the breath Of life has left his frame, give thou command To Death and gentle Sleep to bear him hence To the broad realm of Lycia. There his friends And brethren shall perform the funeral rites; There shall they build him up a tomb, and rear A column⁠—honors that become the dead.”