Bkiii:Xi Remember The Danaids

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Mercury (since, taught by you, his master, Amphion could move the stones, with his singing), and you, tortoise shell, clever at making your seven strings echo, you, who were neither eloquent nor lovely, but welcomed, now, by rich tables and temples, play melodies to which Lyde might apply a reluctant ear, who gambols friskily, like a three year old filly, over the widening plain, fears being touched, a stranger to marriage, who’s not yet ripe for a forceful mate. You’ve the power to lead tigers and forests as attendants, and hold back the swift-running streams: Cerberus, the frightful doorkeeper of Hell, yielded to your charms, though a hundred snakes guarded his fearful head, and a hideous breath flowed out of his mouth and poisoned venom was frothing around his triple-tongued jaws. Even Ixion and Tityos smiled, with unwilling faces, and, for a little while, the urns were dry, as your sweet song delighted Danaus’ daughters. Lyde should listen to those girls’ wickedness and their punishment, it’s well known: their wine jars empty, water vanishing through the bottom: that fate long-delayed that still waits for wrongdoers down in Orcus. Impious (what worse could they have committed?) impious, they had the power to destroy their lovers with cruel steel. Hypermnestra alone of the many was worthy of marriage, splendidly deceiving her lying father, a girl rendered noble for ages to come, ‘Up, up,’ she cried to her young husband, ‘lest sleep, that lasts forever, comes, to you, from a source you wouldn’t expect: escape from my father, my wicked sisters, ah, they’re like lionesses who each has seized a young bullock, and tears at it: I, gentler than them, will never strike you, or hold you under lock and key. Let my father weigh me down with cruel chains, because in mercy I spared my wretched man: let him banish me in a ship to the far Numidian lands. Go, wherever your feet and the winds take you, while Venus, and Night, both favour you: luck be with you: and carve an epitaph on my tomb, in fond memory.

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