Ovid, Metamorphoses

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“tempus, Atlas, veniet, tua quo spoliabitur auro arbor, et hunc praedae titulum Iove natus habebit.” 646id metuens solidis pomaria clauserat Atlas moenibus et vasto dederat servanda draconi arcebatque suis externos finibus omnes. huic quoque “vade procul, ne longe gloria rerum, 650quam mentiris” ait, “longe tibi Iuppiter absit!” vimque minis addit manibusque expellere temptat cunctantem et placidis miscentem fortia dictis. viribus inferior (quis enim par esset Atlantis viribus?) “at, quoniam parvi tibi gratia nostra est, 655accipe munus!” ait laevaque a parte Medusae ipse retro versus squalentia protulit ora. quantus erat, mons factus Atlas: nam barba comaeque in silvas abeunt, iuga sunt umerique manusque, quod caput ante fuit, summo est in monte cacumen, 660ossa lapis fiunt; tum partes altus in omnes crevit in inmensum (sic, di, statuistis) et omne cum tot sideribus caelum requievit in illo. Clauserat Hippotades Aetnaeo carcere ventos, admonitorque operum caelo clarissimus alto 665Lucifer ortus erat: pennis ligat ille resumptis parte ab utraque pedes teloque accingitur unco et liquidum motis talaribus aera findit. gentibus innumeris circumque infraque relictis Aethiopum populos Cepheaque conspicit arva. 670illic inmeritam maternae pendere linguae Andromedan poenas iniustus iusserat Ammon;


Metamorphoses Book IV

“Atlas, the time will come when your tree will be spoiled of its gold, and he who gets the glory of this spoil will be Jove’s son.” Fearing this, Atlas had enclosed his orchard with massive walls and had put a huge dragon there to watch it; and he kept off all strangers from his boundaries. And now to Perseus, too, he said: “Hence afar, lest the glory of your deeds, which you falsely brag of, and lest this Jupiter of yours be far from aiding you.” He added force to threats, and was trying to thrust out the other, who held back and manfully resisted while he urged his case with soothing speech. At length, finding himself unequal in strength—for who would be a match in strength for Atlas?—he said: “Well, since so small a favour you will not grant to me, let me give you a boon”; and, himself turning his back, he held out from his left hand the ghastly Medusa-head. Straightway Atlas became a mountain huge, as the giant had been; his beard and hair were changed to trees, his shoulders and arms to spreading ridges; what had been his head was now the mountain’s top, and his bones were changed to stones. Then he grew to monstrous size in all his parts—for so, O gods, ye had willed it—and the whole heaven with all its stars rested upon his head.

Now Aeolus, the son of Hippotas, had shut the winds in their prison beneath Etna, and the bright morning star that wakes men to their toil had risen in the heavens. Then Perseus bound on both his feet the wings he had laid by, girt on his hooked sword, and soon in swift flight was cleaving the thin air. Having left behind countless peoples all around him and below, he spied at last the Ethiopians and Cepheus’ realm. There unrighteous Ammon had bidden Andromeda, though innocent, to

DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.ovid-metamorphoses.1916