Rhea.
Oh! no, no! He swept straight on, and did not so much as seem to see us, and in a moment he was up in the throne, and all the gods, the new and the old, were bowing to him with acclamation.
Circe [looking up at Rhea, with eager sympathy].
What did you do, you poor dears?
Rhea [after a pause].
We did nothing.
Kronos.
Zeus let us stay then. Why has he driven us out now?
Rhea [aside].