“Imperial Juno thus, with words of guile, Made answer: ‘What thou sayest will prove false, Nor wilt thou keep thy word. Now swear to me, Olympius, with the irrevocable oath, That whosoever of thy race shall fall This day between a woman’s feet shall bear The rule o’er all the neighboring tribes.’ She spake, And Jove, perceiving not her craft, complied, And took the mighty oath, but afterward Found himself wronged. For Juno, darting forth, Shot from the Olympian summit, and at once Alighted at Achaian Argos. There She found the noble wife of Sthenelus, The son of Perseus, pregnant with a son, In the seventh month. She caused him to be born, The number of his months yet incomplete, And kept Alcmena’s hour of childbirth back, And stayed her pangs. The goddess then made haste To bear the tidings to Saturnian Jove.