XXX

'And, if Latona's son should find me out,

I'll countermine him by a deeper plan;

I'll pierce the Pythian temple-walls, though stout,

And sack the fane of everything I can—

Caldrons and tripods of great worth no doubt,

Each golden cup and polished brazen pan,

All the wrought tapestries and garments gay.'—

So they together talked;—meanwhile the Day