<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0013.tlg002.perseus-eng2"><l n="137a">and show me this clearly that I may learn, dear children, to the house of what man
        and woman I may go, </l><l n="140">to work for them cheerfully at such tasks as belong to a woman of my age. Well
        could I nurse a new born child, holding him in my arms, or keep house, or spread my masters'
        bed in a recess of the well-built chamber, or teach the women their work.”<!-- <milestone type="endquote"/>--> </l><l n="145"><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>So said the goddess. And straightway the unwed maiden Callidice, goodliest in form
         of the daughters of Celeus, answered her and said:<milestone n="147" unit="card"/><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/><!-- <milestone type="startquote"/>-->“Mother,
        what the gods send us, we mortals bear perforce, although we suffer; for they are much
        stronger than we. But now I will teach you clearly, </l><l n="150">telling you the names of men who have great power and honor here and are chief
        among the people, guarding our city's coif of towers by their wisdom and true judgements:
        there is wise Triptolemus and Dioclus and Polyxeinus and blameless Eumolpus </l><l n="155">and Dolichus and our own brave father. All these have wives who manage in the
        house, and no one of them, so soon as she had seen you, would dishonor you and turn you from
        the house, but they will welcome you; for indeed you are godlike. </l><l n="160">But if you will, stay here; and we will go to our father's house and tell
        Metaneira, our deep-bosomed mother, all this matter fully, that she may bid you rather come
        to our home than search after the houses of others. She has an only son, </l><l n="165">late-born, who is being nursed in our well-built house, a child of many prayers and
        welcome: if you could bring him up until he reached the full measure of youth, any one of
        womankind who should see you would straightway envy you, such gifts would our mother give
        for his upbringing.”<!-- <milestone type="endquote"/>--> <milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>So she spake: and the goddess bowed her head in assent. And they filled
        their shining vessels </l><l n="170">with water and carried them off rejoicing. Quickly they came to their father's
        great house and straightway told their mother according as they had heard and seen. Then she
        bade them go with all speed and invite the stranger to come for a measureless hire. As hinds
        or heifers in spring time, </l><l n="175">when sated with pasture, bound about a meadow, so they, holding up the folds of
        their lovely garments, darted down the hollow path, and their hair like a crocus flower
        streamed about their shoulders. And they found the good goddess near the wayside where they
        had left her before, </l><l n="180">and led her to the house of their dear father. And she walked behind, distressed in
        her dear heart, with her head veiled and wearing a dark cloak which waved about the slender
        feet of the goddess.<milestone ed="P" n="184" unit="card"/> <milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>Soon they came to the house of
        heaven-nurtured Celeus </l><l n="185">and went through the portico to where their queenly mother sat by a pillar of the
        close-fitted roof, holding her son, a tender scion, in her bosom. And the girls ran to her.
        But the goddess walked to the threshold: and her head reached the roof and she filled the
        doorway with a heavenly radiance. </l><l n="190">Then awe and reverence and pale fear took hold of Metaneira, and she rose up from
        her couch before Demeter, and bade her be seated. But Demeter, bringer of seasons and giver
        of perfect gifts, would not sit upon the bright couch, but stayed silent with lovely eyes
        cast down </l><l n="195">until careful Iambe placed a jointed seat for her and threw over it a silvery
        fleece. Then she sat down and held her veil in her hands before her face. A long time she
        sat upon the stool<note anchored="true" resp="ed">Demeter chooses the lowlier seat,
          supposedly as being more suitable to her assumed condition, but really because in her
          sorrow she refuses all comforts.</note> without speaking because of her sorrow, and
        greeted no one by word or by sign, but rested, </l><l n="200">never smiling, and tasting neither food nor drink, because she pined with longing
        for her deep-bosomed daughter, until careful Iambe —who pleased her moods in aftertime also
        —moved the holy lady with many a quip and jest to smile and laugh and cheer her heart. </l><l n="205">Then Metaneira filled a cup with sweet wine and offered it to her; but she refused
        it, for she said it was not lawful for her to drink red wine, but bade them mix meal and
        water with soft mint and give her to drink. </l></div></body></text></TEI>