ton phyton metorchyon ekalesen en tois georgois' kai Esiodos
archon legeis ten epistichon ton ampelon phuteian]. Cf. Schol. on
Lycophr. 857; Hesych. t. ii. p. 792.]

Thus he spoke; and to him they all listened readily, and obeyed.
Wherefore they hastened to advance, and the king of men, Agamemnon, led
them.

Nor did the illustrious Earth-shaker keep a negligent look-out, but he
went amongst them like unto an aged man, and he caught the right hand of
Agamemnon, the son of Atreus, and addressing him, spoke winged words:

"Son of Atreus, now perchance the revengeful heart of Achilles rejoices
in his breast, beholding the slaughter and rout of the Greeks; since
there is no feeling in him, not even a little. May he, however, thus
perish, and may a god cover him with disgrace. But with thee the blessed
gods are not yet altogether enraged, but again the leaders and chiefs of
the Trojans will perchance raise the dust upon the wide plain, and thou
wilt behold them flying towards the city from the ships and the tents."

So saying, he shouted aloud, rushing over the plain. As loud as nine or
ten thousand men shout, beginning the contest of Mars, so loud a cry did
king Neptune send forth from his breast; and he cast great resolution
into every heart among the Greeks, to war and to fight incessantly.

But golden-throned Juno, standing, looked down with her eyes from the
summit of Olympus, and immediately recognized her own brother, [who
was] also her brother-in-law, exerting himself through the glorious
battle, and she rejoiced in her mind. She also beheld Jove sitting upon
the highest top of many-rilled Ida, and he was hateful to her soul. Then
the venerable large-eyed Juno next anxiously considered how she could
beguile the mind of aegis-bearing Jove. And now this plan appeared best
to her mind, to proceed to Ida, having well arrayed herself, if
perchance he might desire to lie beside her form[460] in dalliance, so
that she might pour upon his eyelids and vigilant mind careless and
genial sleep. And she proceeded to her chamber, which Vulcan, her dear
son, had made for her, and had fitted the thick doors to the lintels
with a secret bolt;[461] and this no other god could remove. There
entering in, she closed the shining doors. First she washed all
impurities from her lovely person with rich oil, ambrosial,[462] and
anointed herself with rich oil, ambrosial and agreeable,[463] which was
odoriferous to her; and the perf