Thus he spoke: but venerable, large-eyed Juno feared, and sat down silent, having bent her heart to submission. But the heavenly gods murmured throughout the palace of Jove. And the renowned artificer, Vulcan, began to harangue them, doing kind offices to his beloved mother, white-armed Juno:
"Truly now these will be grievous matters, and no longer tolerable, if ye twain contend thus on account of mortals, and excite uproar among the deities. Nor will there be any enjoyment in the delightful banquet, since the worse things prevail.[62] But to my mother I advise, she herself being intelligent, to gratify my dear father Jove, lest my sire may again reprove her, and disturb our banquet. For if the Olympian Thunderer wishes to hurl [us] from our seats[63]--for he is much the most powerful. But do thou soothe him with gentle words; then will the Olympian king straightway be propitious to us."
[Footnote 62: Cf. Duport, Gnom. Hom. p. 9. The saying is almost proverbial.]
[Footnote 63: An aposiopesis; understand, "he can easily do so."]