When in terror shall near them
The Fates, sternly sistered with me.
Athena.
Work your perfect will, dread maidens,
O’er my land benignly watching!
I rejoice. Blest be the eyes
Of Peitho, that with strong persuasion
Armed my tongue, to soothe the fierce
Refusal of these awful maids.
Jove, that rules the forum, nobly