Then cloud-compelling Jupiter replied:
“Earth-shaker, ruler of a mighty realm! What hast thou said? The gods deny thee not Due honor; perilous it were for them To show contempt for one who stands in age And might above them all. But if among The sons of men be one who puts such trust In his own strength as not to honor thee, Do as seems good to thee, and as thou wilt.”
Promptly the god who shakes the shores replied;
“What thou dost bid me I would do at once, But that I fear and would avoid thy wrath. I would destroy that fair Phaeacian barque In its return across the misty sea From bearing home Ulysses, that no more May the Phaeacians lend an escort thus To wandering men, and I would also cause A lofty mount to rise and hide their town.”
Then spake again the Cloud-compeller Jove: > “Thus were it best, my brother: when the crowd Of citizens already see the ship Approaching, then