_Zeus. Helius_
_Zeus_. What have you been about, you villainous Titan? You have
utterly done for the earth, trusting your car to a silly boy like that;
he has got too near and scorched it in one place, and in another killed
everything with frost by withdrawing the heat too far; there is not a
single thing he has not turned upside down; if I had not seen what was
happening and upset him with the thunderbolt, there would not have been
a remnant of mankind left. A pretty deputy driver!
_Hel_. I was wrong, Zeus; but do not be angry with me; my boy pressed
me so; how could I tell it would turn out so badly?
_Zeus_. Oh, of course you didn't know what a delicate business it is,
and how the slightest divergence ruins everything! it never occurred to
you that the horses are spirited, and want a tight hand! oh no! why,
give them their heads a moment, and they are out of control; just what
happened: they carried him now left, now right, now clean round
backwards, and up or down, just at their own sweet will; he was utterly
helpless.
_Hel_. I knew it all; I held out for a long time and told him he
mustn't drive. But he wept and entreated, and his mother Clymene joined
in, and at last I put him up. I showed him how to stand, and how far he
was to mount upwards, and where to begin descending, and how to hold
the reins, and keep the spirited beasts under control; and I told him
how dangerous it was, if he did not keep the track. But, poor boy, when
he found himself in charge of all that fire, and looking down into
yawning space, he was frightened, and no wonder; and the horses soon
knew I was not behind them, took the child's measure, left the track,
and wrought all this havoc; he let go the reins—I suppose he was afraid
of being thrown out—and held on to the rail. But he has suffered for
it, and my grief is punishment enough for me, Zeus.
_Zeus_. Punishment enough, indeed! after daring to do such a thing as
that!—Well, I forgive you this time. But if ever you transgress again,
or send another substitute like him, I will show you how much hotter
the thunderbolt is than your fire. Let his sisters bury him by the
Eridanus, where he was upset. They shall weep amber tears and be
changed by their grief into poplars. As for you, repair the car—the
pole is broken, and one of the wheels crushed—, put the horses to and
drive yourself. And let this be a lesson to you.