"Dread son of Saturn," said she, "what, pray, is the meaning of all this?
Is my trouble, then, to go for nothing, and the sweat that I have sweated, to say nothing of my horses, while getting the people together against Priam and his children?
Do as you will, but we other gods shall not all of us approve your counsel." Jove was angry and answered, "My dear, what harm have Priam and his sons done you that you are so hotly bent on sacking the city of Ilius?
Will nothing do for you but you must within their walls and eat Priam raw, with his sons and all the other Trojans to boot?
Have it your own way then; for I would not have this matter become a bone of contention between us.

I say further, and lay my saying to your heart, if ever I want to sack a city belonging to friends of yours, you must not try to stop me; you will have to let me do it, for I am giving in to you sorely against my will.

Of all inhabited cities under the sun and stars of heaven, there was none that I so much respected as Ilius with Priam and his whole people.

Equitable feasts were never wanting about my altar, nor the savour of burning fat, which is honour due to ourselves." "My own three favourite cities," answered Juno, "are Argos, Sparta, and Mycenae.

Sack them whenever you may be displeased with them.