THE KING OF ARGOS.
Yea, truth it is, and far this word prevails:
Is’t said that Zeus with mortal mingled love?
CHORUS.
Ay, and that Hera that embrace surmised.
THE KING OF ARGOS.
How issued then this strife of those on high?
CHORUS.
By Hera’s will, a heifer she became.
THE KING OF ARGOS.
Held Zeus aloof then from the horned beast?
CHORUS.
’Tis said, he loved, in semblance of a bull.
THE KING OF ARGOS.
And his stern consort, did she aught thereon?
CHORUS.
One myriad-eyed she set, the heifer’s guard.
THE KING OF ARGOS.
How namest thou this herdsman many-eyed?
CHORUS.
Argus, the child of Earth, whom Hermes slew.