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 There Jove will give thee back thy perfect mind, Laying upon thee in thy solitude, A hand unterrible; and namëd from That touch corrective, thou shalt bear a son To Jove, dark Epaphus, who fruit shall cull From every soil bedew'd by llowing Nile. Nathless, of generations after him The fifth in number, fifty maids, again To Argos shall return unwillingly, Flying the nuptials of their uncle's sons. They, passion'd in their souls, as hawks pursue Closely on doves, shall go to hunt a quarry They should not hunt—but Heav'n shall cross their will— And Græcia shall receive them, vanquishëd By woman war, night-guarded fortitude: For every husband, will a wife destroy. Bathing in blood her doubly-edgëd sword— Would that such nuptials graced mine enemies!