Full in his sight: for of late this threat in his anger he spake,
That, if I refrained not mine hands while his passion within him was strong,
My scathe upon mine own head should be, upon me the wrong.’
So spake she: the Goddesses smiled, and each in her fellow’s eyes {100}
Looked: but again she spake, and her speech was burdened with sighs:
‘Unto others my griefs be for laughter alone, and I ought not so
To tell them to all:—enough that mine heart must its bitterness know.
Howbeit, if this be all your soul’s desire this day,
I will try, and with soft words win him: he shall not say me nay.’
She spake; and with touch caressing did Hêrê her slim hand take,