44. 
To whom thus Hermes slily answered:—­’Son
Of great Latona, what a speech is this! 
Why come you here to ask me what is done
With the wild oxen which it seems you miss? 345
I have not seen them, nor from any one
Have heard a word of the whole business;
If you should promise an immense reward,
I could not tell more than you now have heard.

45. 
’An ox-stealer should be both tall and strong, 350
And I am but a little new-born thing,
Who, yet at least, can think of nothing wrong:—­
My business is to suck, and sleep, and fling
The cradle-clothes about me all day long,—­
Or half asleep, hear my sweet mother sing, 355
And to be washed in water clean and warm,
And hushed and kissed and kept secure from harm.

46. 
’O, let not e’er this quarrel be averred! 
The astounded Gods would laugh at you, if e’er
You should allege a story so absurd 360
As that a new-born infant forth could fare
Out of his home after a savage herd. 
I was born yesterday—­my small feet are
Too tender for the roads so hard and rough:—­
And if you think that this is not enough, 365

47. 
I swear a great oath, by my father’s head,
That I stole not your cows, and that I know
Of no one else, who might, or could, or did.—­
Whatever things cows are, I do not know,
For I have only heard the name.’—­This said 370
He winked as fast as could be, and his brow
Was wrinkled, and a whistle loud gave he,
Like one who hears some strange absurdity.

48. 
Apollo gently smiled and said:—­’Ay, ay,—­
You cunning little rascal, you will bore 375
Many a rich man’s house, and your array
Of thieves will lay their siege before his door,
Silent as night, in night; and many a day
In the wild glens rough shepherds will deplore
That you or yours, having an appetite, 380
Met with their cattle, comrade of the night!

49. 
’And this among the Gods shall be your gift,
To be considered as the lord of those
Who swindle, house-break, sheep-steal, and shop-lift;—­
But now if you would not your last sleep doze; 385
Crawl out!’—­Thus saying, Phoebus did uplift
The subtle infant in his swaddling clothes,
And in his arms, according to his wont,
A scheme devised the illustrious Argiphont.

50.
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And sneezed and shuddered—­Phoebus on the grass 390
Him threw, and whilst all that he had designed
He did perform—­eager although to pass,
Apollo darted from his mighty mind
Towards the subtle babe the following scoff:—­
’Do not imagine this will get you off, 395