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Rh Through countless rounds of years has hidden away; Those nations who have drunk forgetfulness, Drive out before thee, fearful of the light. The spoils are all unworthy of thy fame, If thou shouldst bring from hades only that Which was commanded. But too bold my words, And thoughtless of my present lot I speak. Oh, when will come at last that day for me When I shall clasp my husband once again, And weep no more his long-delayed return, His long forgetfulness of me? To thee, O ruler of the gods, a hundred bulls Shall bleed; to thee, thou goddess of the fruits, Thy secret rites I'll pay: for thee shall blaze Upon Eleusin's shrine the sacred torch In celebration of thy mysteries. Then shall I think my brothers' lives restored, My father once again upon his throne. But if some power more potent than thine own Holds thee in durance, we shall come to thee. Return in safety and protect us all, Or drag us down with thee. This wilt thou do; No god will e'er our broken fortunes mend. Amphitr.: O ally of my house, with wifely faith Preserving for the great-souled Hercules His couch and children, be of better mind. Take heart again, for surely he will come, Increased in fame by this, as is his wont By other tasks. Megara: What wretched men desire They readily believe. Amphitryon: Nay, what they fear They think can never be escaped or borne. For fear is prone to see the darker side. Megara: Submerged, deep buried, crushed beneath the world, What chance has he to reach the upper realms? Amphitr.: The same he had, when, through the arid plain, And sands that billowed like the stormy sea, Those twice receding, twice returning gulfs,