καὶ τότε Λητοΐδης Ἑρμῆν πρὸς μῦθον ἔειπε:
δείδια, Μαιάδος υἱέ, διάκτορε, ποικιλομῆτα,
μή μοι ἅμα κλέψῃς κίθαριν καὶ καμπύλα τόξα:
τιμὴν γὰρ πὰρ Ζηνὸς ἔχεις ἐπαμοίβια ἔργα
θήσειν ἀνθρώποισι κατὰ χθόνα πουλυβότειραν.
ἀλλ᾽ εἴ μοι τλαίης γε θεῶν μέγαν ὅρκον ὀμόσσαι,
ἢ κεφαλῇ νεύσας ἢ ἐπὶ Στυγὸς ὄβριμον ὕδωρ,
πάντ᾽ ἂν ἐμῷ θυμῷ κεχαρισμένα καὶ φίλα ἔρδοις.
513-520 Then the son of Leto said to Hermes: Son of Maia, guide
and cunning one, I fear you may steal form me the lyre and my curved bow
together; for you have an office from Zeus, to establish deeds of barter
amongst men throughout the fruitful earth. Now if you would only swear
me the great oath of the gods, either by nodding your head, or by the
potent water of Styx, you would do all that can please and ease my
heart.
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