This menace fix’d the warrior to his throne; Sullen he sat, and curb’d the rising groan. Then Juno call’d (Jove’s orders to obey) The winged Iris, and the god of day. “Go wait the Thunderer’s will (Saturnia cried) On yon tall summit of the fountful Ide: There in the father’s awful presence stand, Receive, and execute his dread command.”