“Father Zeus, now for his violent deeds do you not blame Ares, who has slaughtered so great and so noble a host of Achaians recklessly, not in due order, a sorrow to me, while at ease now Cypris is glad, and Apollo the god of the silvery bow, at having unloosed this madman who knows not anything lawful? Father Zeus, would you indeed be angry with me, if at Ares I should painfully strike, so driving him out of the battle?”

“Now the gods at the side of Zeus were sitting in council over the golden floor, and among them the goddess Hebe poured them nectar as wine, while they in the golden drinking-cups drank to each other, gazing down on the city of the Trojans.”