And, overborne by his naughtiness, I purpose to break his ill-sounding arrows and his bow in his very sight.

For in his anger he has threatened that if I shall not keep my hands off him while he still masters his temper, I shall have cause to blame myself thereafter." So she spake, and the goddesses smiled and looked at each other.

But Cypris again spoke, vexed at heart: "To others my sorrows are a jest; nor ought I to tell them to all; I know them too well myself.

But now, since this pleases you both, I will make the attempt and coax him, and he will not say me nay." Thus she spake, and Hera took her slender hand and gently smiling, replied: "Perform this task, Cytherea, straightway, as thou sayest; and be not angry or contend with thy boy; he will cease hereafter to vex thee." She spake, and left her seat, and Athena accompanied her and they went forth both hastening back.

And Cypris went on her way through the glens of Olympus to find her boy.