You know what a proud and cruel disposition my husband has.

Lead the gods to table, where you and all the immortals can hear the wicked designs which he has avowed.

Many a one, mortal and immortal, will be angered by them, however peaceably he may be feasting now." On this Juno sat down, and the gods were troubled throughout the house of Jove.

Laughter sat on her lips but her brow was furrowed with care, and she spoke up in a rage.

"Fools that we are," she cried, "to be thus madly angry with Jove; we keep on wanting to go up to him and stay him by force or by persuasion, but he sits aloof and cares for nobody, for he knows that he is much stronger than any other of the immortals.