Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. Metamorphoses. More, Brookes, translator. Boston: Cornhill Publishing Co., 1922.
- In vain her hero father, Chiron, prayed
- the glorious God, Apollo, her to aid.
- He could not thwart the will of mighty Jove;
- and if the power were his, far from the spot,
- from thence afar his footsteps trod the fields
- of Elis and Messenia, far from thence.
- Now while Apollo wandered on those plains,—
- his shoulders covered with a shepherd's skin,
- his left hand holding his long shepherd's staff,
- his right hand busied with the seven reeds
- of seven sizes, brooding over the death
- of Hymenaeus, lost from his delight;
- while mournful ditties on the reeds were tuned,—
- his kine, forgotten, strayed away to graze
- over the plains of Pylos. Mercury
- observed them, unattended, and from thence
- drove them away and hid them in the forest.
- So deftly did he steal them, no one knew
- or noticed save an ancient forester,
- well known to all the neighbor-folk, by them
- called Battus. He was keeper of that wood,
- and that green pasture where the blooded mares
- of rich Neleus grazed.
- As Mercury
- distrusted him, he led him to one side
- and said; “Good stranger, whosoever thou art,
- if any one should haply question thee,
- if thou hast seen these kine, deny it all;
- and for thy good will, ere the deed is done,
- I give as thy reward this handsome cow.”
- Now when the gift was his, old Battus said,
- “Go hence in safety, if it be thy will;
- and should my tongue betray thee, let that stone
- make mention of the theft.” And as he spoke,
- he pointed to a stone.
- The son of Jove
- pretended to depart, but quickly changed
- his voice and features, and retraced his steps,
- and thus again addressed that ancient man;
- “Kind sir, if thou wouldst earn a fair reward,
- a heifer and a bull, if thou hast seen
- some cattle pass, I pray thee give thy help,
- and tell me of the theft.” So the reward
- was doubled; and the old man answered him,
- “Beyond those hills they be,” and so they were
- ‘Beyond those hills.’
- And, laughing, Mercury said,
- “Thou treacherous man to me dost thou betray
- myself? Dost thou bewray me to myself?”
- The god indignant turned his perjured breast
- into a stone which even now is called
- “The Spy of Pylos,” a disgraceful name,
- derived from days of old, but undeserved.