1. HERA: This Ixion, Zeus, what sort of a fellow do you think he is?
1. ΗΡΑ: Τὸν Ἰξίονα τοῦτον, ὦ Ζεῦ, ποῖόν τινα τὸν τρόπον ἡγῇ;
ZEUS: Why, an honest man, my dear, and grand company. He wouldn’t be our guest, if he were unworthy of our table.
ΖΕΥΣ: Ἄνθρωπον εἶναι χρηστόν, ὦ Ἥρα, καὶ συμποτικόν· οὐ γὰρ ἂν συνῆν ἡμῖν ἀνάξιος τοῦ συμποσίου ὤν.
HERA: But he isn’t worthy, for his behaviour’s outrageous. So don’t invite him again.
ΗΡΑ: Ἀλλὰ ἀνάξιός ἐστιν, ὑβριστής γε ὤν· ὥστε μηκέτι συνέστω.
ZEUS: How’s it been outrageous? I think I should be in the know too.
ΖΕΥΣ: Τί δαὶ ὕβρισε; χρὴ γάρ, οἶμαι, κἀμὲ εἰδέναι.
HERA: Of course you should. But I’m ashamed to mention it. Such a thing to dare!
ΗΡΑ: Τί γὰρ ἄλλο; —καίτοι αἰσχύνομαι εἰπεῖν αὐτό· τοιοῦτόν ἐστιν ὃ ἐτόλμησεν.
ZEUS: But if he’s tried to do anything shameful, that’s all the more reason for telling me about it. He’s not been making attempts on anyone, has he? I think I can guess the sort of shameful thing you wouldn’t like to mention.
ΖΕΥΣ: Καὶ μὴν διὰ τοῦτο καὶ μᾶλλον εἴποις ἄν, ὅσῳ καὶ αἰσχροῖς ἐπεχείρησε. μῶν δ’ οὖν ἐπείρα τινά; συνίημι γὰρ ὁποῖόν τι τὸ αἰσχρόν, ὅπερ ἂν σὺ ὀκνήσειας εἰπεῖν.
2. HERA: It’s me he’s been after. Me of all people! And for a long time too! At first I didn’t know what it all meant, when he kept gazing hard at me. He would sigh and whimper, and whenever I gave the cup to Ganymede after drinking, he would ask for a drink from the same cup, and when he got it, would stop in the middle of his drink and kiss the cup, bringing it up to his eyes, and staring at me again. Presently I realised these were signs of love, and for a long time I was ashamed to mention the matter to you, thinking the man would get over his madness. But now that he’s actually dared to broach the subject with me, I’ve left him still weeping and grovelling on the ground, and, stopping up my ears so that I wouldn’t even hear his outrageous pleas, I’ve come to tell you. I leave his punishment in your own hands.
2. ΗΡΑ: Αὐτὴν ἐμέ, οὐκ ἄλλην τινά, ὦ Ζεῦ, πολὺν ἤδη χρόνον. καὶ τὸ μὲν πρῶτον ἠγνόουν τὸ πρᾶγμα, διότι ἀτενὲς ἀφεώρα εἰς ἐμέ· ὁ δὲ καὶ ἔστενε καὶ ὑπεδάκρυε, καὶ εἴ ποτε πιοῦσα παραδοίην τῷ Γανυμήδει τὸ ἔκπωμα, ὁ δὲ ᾔτει ἐν αὐτῷ ἐκείνῳ πιεῖν καὶ λαβὼν ἐφίλει μεταξὺ καὶ πρὸς τοὺς ὀφθαλμοὺς προσῆγε καὶ αὖθις ἀφεώρα ἐς ἐμέ· ταῦτα δὲ ἤδη συνίην ἐρωτικὰ ὄντα. καὶ ἐπὶ πολὺ μὲν ᾐδούμην λέγειν πρὸς σὲ καὶ ᾤμην παύσεσθαι τῆς μανίας τὸν ἄνθρωπον· ἐπεὶ δὲ καὶ λόγους ἐτόλμησέ μοι προσενεγκεῖν, ἐγὼ μὲν ἀφεῖσα αὐτὸν ἔτι δακρύοντα καὶ προκυλινδούμενον, ἐπιφραξαμένη τὰ ὦτα, ὡς μηδὲ ἀκούσαιμι αὐτοῦ ὑβριστικὰ ἱκετεύοντος, ἀπῆλθον σοὶ φράσουσα· σὺ δὲ αὐτὸς ὅρα, ὅπως μέτει τὸν ἄνδρα.
3. ZEUS: The enterprising old devil! Supplanting me! Aspiring to Hera’s affections! So drunk with the nectar! Well, it’s our own fault; we’ve been far too good to men, inviting them up to drink with us. So you can’t blame them, when they’ve had the same to drink as us, and seen the beauty of heaven’s ladies, the like of which they never saw on earth, if they fall in love and want such beauties for themselves. After all, Love’s a pretty violent thing, and gets the mastery not only of men, but sometimes even of us gods.
3. ΖΕΥΣ: Εὖ γε ὁ κατάρατος· ἐπ' ἐμὲ αὐτὸν καὶ μέχρι τῶν Ἥρας γάμων; τοσοῦτον ἐμεθύσθη τοῦ νέκταρος; ἀλλ’ ἡμεῖς τούτων αἴτιοι καὶ πέρα τοῦ μετρίου φιλάνθρωποι, οἵ γε καὶ συμπότας αὐτοὺς ἐποιησάμεθα. συγγνωστοὶ οὖν, εἰ πιόντες ὅμοια ἡμῖν καὶ ἰδόντες οὐράνια κάλλη καὶ οἷα οὔ ποτε εἶδον ἐπὶ γῆς, ἐπεθύμησαν ἀπολαῦσαι αὐτῶν ἔρωτι ἁλόντες· ὁ δ’ ἔρως βίαιόν τί ἐστι καὶ οὐκ ἀνθρώπων μόνον ἄρχει, ἀλλὰ καὶ ἡμῶν αὐτῶν ἐνίοτε.
HERA: Love’s your master, good and proper. He drags you along, pulling you by the nose, as they say, and you follow wherever he leads you, and don’t mind changing into anything he bids you. Why, you’re nothing but love’s chattel and plaything. I can see already that you sympathise with Ixion, because you yourself once made free with his wife, and she brought you Peirithous.
ΗΡΑ: Σοῦ μὲν καὶ πάνυ οὗτός γε δεσπότης ἐστὶ καὶ ἄγει σε καὶ φέρει τῆς ῥινός, φασίν, ἕλκων, καὶ σὺ ἕπῃ αὐτῷ ἔνθα ἂν ἡγῆταί σοι, καὶ ἀλλάττῃ ῥᾳδίως ἐς ὅ τι ἂν κελεύσῃ, καὶ ὅλως κτῆμα καὶ παιδιὰ τοῦ ἔρωτος σύ γε· καὶ νῦν τῷ Ἰξίονι οἶδα καθότι συγγνώμην ἀπονέμεις ἅτε καὶ αὐτὸς μοιχεύσας ποτὲ αὐτοῦ τὴν γυναῖκα, ἥ σοι τὸν Πειρίθουν ἔτεκεν.
4. ZEUS: What? Do you still remember every time I went down to earth to have some fun? Do you know what I think we should do with Ixion? We shouldn’t punish him or forbid him our table. That would be ill-bred. No, since he’s in love, and reduced to tears and suffers intolerable torment— HERA: Quick, out with it; for I’m afraid you too will make some outrageous suggestion.
4. ΖΕΥΣ: Ἔτι γὰρ σὺ μέμνησαι ἐκείνων, εἴ τι ἐγὼ ἔπαιξα εἰς γῆν κατελθών; ἀτὰρ οἶσθα ὅ μοι δοκεῖ περὶ τοῦ Ἰξίονος; κολάζειν μὲν μηδαμῶς αὐτὸν μηδὲ ἀπωθεῖν τοῦ συμποσίου· σκαιὸν γάρ· ἐπεὶ δὲ ἐρᾷ καὶ ὡς φῂς δακρύει καὶ ἀφόρητα πάσχει— ΗΡΑ: Τί, ὦ Ζεῦ; δέδια γάρ, μή τι ὑβριστικὸν καὶ σὺ εἴπῃς.
ZEUS: Nothing of the sort. No, let’s make a model of you out of cloud, and every night after dinner, when he can’t get to sleep for love, as is only natural, we can bring it and put it beside him. Thus he could be out of his misery, and imagine he’s got what he longs for.
ΖΕΥΣ: Οὐδαμῶς· ἀλλ’ εἴδωλον ἐκ νεφέλης πλασάμενοι αὐτῇ σοι ὅμοιον, ἐπειδὰν λυθῇ τὸ συμπόσιον κἀκεῖνος ἀγρυπνῇ, ὡς τὸ εἰκός, ὑπὸ τοῦ ἔρωτος, παρακατακλίνωμεν αὐτῷ φέροντες· οὕτω γὰρ ἂν παύσαιτο ἀνιώμενος οἰηθεὶς τετυχηκέναι τῆς ἐπιθυμίας.
HERA: Never! Curse him for lusting after what’s above him.
ΗΡΑ: Ἄπαγε, μὴ ὥρασιν ἵκοιτο τῶν ὑπὲρ αὐτὸν ἐπιθυμῶν.
ZEUS: Still you must put up with it, my dear. What harm will the model do you, if Ixion makes love to a cloud?
ΖΕΥΣ: Ὅμως ὑπόμεινον, ὦ Ἥρα. ἢ τί γὰρ ἂν καὶ πάθοις δεινὸν ἀπὸ τοῦ πλάσματος, εἰ νεφέλῃ ὁ Ἰξίων συνέσται;
5. HERA: But I’ll be mistaken for the cloud and so be put to shame, because we can’t be told apart.
5. ΗΡΑ: Ἀλλὰ ἡ νεφέλη ἐγὼ εἶναι δόξω, καὶ τὸ αἰσχρὸν ἐπ' ἐμὲ ἥξει διὰ τὴν ὁμοιότητα.
ZEUS: What nonsense! The cloud could never become Hera or you a cloud. Ixion will be deceived, that’s all.
ΖΕΥΣ: Οὐδὲν τοῦτο φῄς· οὔτε γὰρ ἡ νεφέλη ποτὲ Ἥρα γένοιτ' ἂν οὔτε σὺ νεφέλη· ὁ δ’ Ἰξίων μόνον ἐξαπατηθήσεται.
HERA: But humans are all so ill-bred. Perhaps he’ll start boasting down on earth, telling his story to everyone and claiming that he’s been keeping company with Hera, and sharing Zeus’ bed; perhaps he may even say I’m in love with him, and they’ll believe him, not knowing he was with a cloud.
ΗΡΑ: Ἀλλὰ οἱ πάντες ἄνθρωποι ἀπειρόκαλοί εἰσιν· αὐχήσει κατελθὼν ἴσως καὶ διηγήσεται ἅπασι λέγων συγγεγενῆσθαι τῇ Ἥρᾳ καὶ σύλλεκτρος εἶναι τῷ Διί, καί που τάχα ἐρᾶν με φήσειεν αὐτοῦ, οἱ δὲ πιστεύσουσιν οὐκ εἰδότες ὡς νεφέλῃ συνῆν.
ZEUS: Very well, if he says anything bike that, he’ll be thrown down to Hades and tied to a wheel—he won’t like that a bit—and carried round and round with the wheel for ever, and suffer torment without end, not as a punishment for his love—for that’s no crime—but for boasting.
ΖΕΥΣ: Οὐκοῦν, ἤν τι τοιοῦτον εἴπῃ, ἐς τὸν ᾅδην ἐμπεσὼν τροχῷ ἄθλιος προσδεθεὶς συμπεριενεχθήσεται μετ' αὐτοῦ ἀεὶ καὶ πόνον ἄπαυστον ἕξει δίκην διδοὺς οὐ τοῦ ἔρωτος—οὐ γὰρ δεινὸν τοῦτό γε—ἀλλὰ τῆς μεγαλαυχίας.