hated of all who enter the court of Zeus, because of my very great love for mankind. Ha! What’s this? What may be this rustling stir of birds I hear [125] again nearby? The air whirs with the light rush of wings. Whatever approaches causes me alarm.The Daughters of Oceanus enter on a winged car Chorus Do not fear! For our group has come in swift rivalry of wings to this crag [130] as friend to you, having won our father’s consent as best we might. The swift-coursing breezes bore me on; for the reverberation