And he took pity on me in the likeness of an old crone, and raising me on his shoulders himself bore me through the headlong tide.

So he is honoured by me unceasingly; nor will Pelias pay the penalty of his outrage, unless thou wilt grant Jason his return." (ll.

76-82) Thus she spake, and speechlessness seized Cypris.

And beholding Hera supplicating her she felt awe, and then addressed her with friendly words: "Dread goddess, may no viler thing than Cypris ever be found, if I disregard thy eager desire in word or deed, whatever my weak arms can effect; and let there be no favour in return." (ll.

83-89) She spake, and Hera again addressed her with prudence: "It is not in need of might or of strength that we have come.