“She ended: Jupiter was deeply grieved, And, seizing Atè by her shining locks, In his great wrath, he swore a mighty oath⁠— That Atè, whose delight it is to bring Mischief to all, should never tread again Olympus and the starry floor of heaven. Thus having sworn, he swung her, with raised arm, On high, and hurled her from the starry heaven Downward, where soon she reached the haunts of men; Yet oft in after time because of her He sighed, beholding his beloved son Doomed by Eurystheus to unworthy tasks. So I, while crested Hector in his might Made havoc at our fleet among the Greeks Even by their prows, remembered well my fault. And now since I have borne the penalty, And Jupiter it was who took away My reason, I would gladly make amends With liberal gifts. But rise and join the war; Inflame the courage of the rest; the gifts Will I supply⁠—all that were promised thee When nobly born Ulysses yesterday Went to thy tents. Or, if it please thee, wait, Though armed for battle, and my train shall bring