As she takes her place "displeasedly" in the Olympian council, Hera joins the other gods in "[b]ewraying privie splenes at Jove," sublimating her anger into a spiteful, partially submerged chuckle: and then (to colour all) She laught, but meerly from her lips, for over her blacke browes Her still-bent forehead was not cleer'd; yet this her passion's throwes Brought forth in spight, being lately school'd.