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18 In all, and daring equally. But now

Forbear, of my condition take no care;

Thou wilt not move him; nothing moves his rigour:

Take heed then, lest to go brings harm on thee.

Wiser for others than thy self I find

Thy thoughts; yet shalt thou not withhold my speed.

And I have hopes, with pride I speak it, hopes

T' obtain this grace, and free thee from thy sufferings.

For this thou hast my thanks; thy courtesy

With grateful memory ever shall be honour'd.

But think not of it, the attempt were vain,

Nor wou'd thy labour profit me; cease then,

And leave me to my fate: however wretched,

I wish not to impart my woes to others.

No; for thy brother's fate, th' unhappy Atlas ,

Afflicts me: on the western shore he stands,

Supporting on his shoulders the vast pillar

Of Heav'n and Earth, a weight of cumbrous grasp.

Him too, the dweller of Cilicia's caves,

I saw, with pity saw, Earth's monstrous son,

With all his hundred heads subdued by Force,