quivering with fear. So they left the home of Circe.

(ll. 753-756) But they were not unmarked by the spouse of Zeus, son of
Cronos; but Iris told her when she saw them faring from the hall. For
Hera had bidden her watch what time they should come to the ship; so
again she urged her and spake:

(ll. 757-769) "Dear Iris, now come, if ever thou hast fulfilled my
bidding, hie thee away on light pinions, and bid Thetis arise from the
sea and come hither. For need of her is come upon me. Then go to the
sea-beaches where the bronze anvils of Hephaestus are smitten by sturdy
hammers, and tell him to still the blasts of fire until Argo pass by
them. Then go to Aeolus too, Aeolus who rules the winds, children of the
clear sky; and to him also tell my purpose so that he may make all winds
cease under heaven and no breeze may ruffle the sea; yet let the breath
of the west wind blow until the heroes have reached the Phaeacian isle
of Alcinous."

(ll. 770-782) So she spake, and straightway Iris leapt down from Olympus
and cleft her way, with light wings outspread. And she plunged into
the Aegean Sea, where is the dwelling of Nereus. And she came to Thetis
first and, by the promptings of Hera, told her tale and roused her to go
to the goddess. Next she came to Hephaestus, and quickly made him cease
from the clang of his iron hammers; and the smoke-grimed bellows were
stayed from their blast. And thirdly she came to Aeolus, the famous son
of Hippotas. And when she had given her message to him also and rested
her swift knees from her course, then Thetis leaving Nereus and her
sisters had come from the sea to Olympus to the goddess Hera; and the
goddess made her sit by her side and uttered her word:

(ll. 783-832) "Hearken now, lady Thetis, to what I am eager to tell
thee. Thou knowest how honoured in my heart is the hero, Aeson's son,
and the others that have helped him in the contest, and how I saved them
when they passed between the Wandering rocks, [1405] where roar terrible
storms of fire and the waves foam round the rugged reefs. And now past
the mighty rock of Scylla and Charybdis horribly belching, a course
awaits them. But thee indeed from thy infancy did I tend with my own
hands and love beyond all others that dwell in the salt sea because thou
didst refuse to share the couch of Zeus, for all his desire. For to him
such deeds are ever dear, to embrace either goddesses or mortal women.
But in reverence for me and with fear