Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 327 pages of information about Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica.

Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 327 pages of information about Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica.
lyre under his armpit.  But the Son of Leto was aware and failed not to perceive the beautiful mountain-nymph and her dear son, albeit a little child and swathed so craftily.  He peered in every corner of the great dwelling and, taking a bright key, he opened three closets full of nectar and lovely ambrosia.  And much gold and silver was stored in them, and many garments of the nymph, some purple and some silvery white, such as are kept in the sacred houses of the blessed gods.  Then, after the Son of Leto had searched out the recesses of the great house, he spake to glorious Hermes: 

(ll. 254-259) `Child, lying in the cradle, make haste and tell me of my cattle, or we two will soon fall out angrily.  For I will take and cast you into dusty Tartarus and awful hopeless darkness, and neither your mother nor your father shall free you or bring you up again to the light, but you will wander under the earth and be the leader amongst little folk.’ (21)

(ll. 260-277) Then Hermes answered him with crafty words:  `Son of Leto, what harsh words are these you have spoken?  And is it cattle of the field you are come here to seek?  I have not seen them:  I have not heard of them:  no one has told me of them.  I cannot give news of them, nor win the reward for news.  Am I like a cattle-lifter, a stalwart person?  This is no task for me:  rather I care for other things:  I care for sleep, and milk of my mother’s breast, and wrappings round my shoulders, and warm baths.  Let no one hear the cause of this dispute; for this would be a great marvel indeed among the deathless gods, that a child newly born should pass in through the forepart of the house with cattle of the field:  herein you speak extravagantly.  I was born yesterday, and my feet are soft and the ground beneath is rough; nevertheless, if you will have it so, I will swear a great oath by my father’s head and vow that neither am I guilty myself, neither have I seen any other who stole your cows —­ whatever cows may be; for I know them only by hearsay.’

(ll. 278-280) So, then, said Hermes, shooting quick glances from his eyes:  and he kept raising his brows and looking this way and that, whistling long and listening to Apollo’s story as to an idle tale.

(ll. 281-292) But far-working Apollo laughed softly and said to him:  `O rogue, deceiver, crafty in heart, you talk so innocently that I most surely believe that you have broken into many a well-built house and stripped more than one poor wretch bare this night (22), gathering his goods together all over the house without noise.  You will plague many a lonely herdsman in mountain glades, when you come on herds and thick-fleeced sheep, and have a hankering after flesh.  But come now, if you would not sleep your last and latest sleep, get out of your cradle, you comrade of dark night.  Surely hereafter this shall be your title amongst the deathless gods, to be called the prince of robbers continually.’

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