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262 Stretch forth thy hand and grant me speedy death, And gain this great renown unto thy name Or, if thy righteous hand refuse a task So impious, send forth from Sicily Those burning Titans, who with giant hands May Pindus huge upheave, and Ossa too, And overwhelm me with their crushing weight. Let dire Bellona burst the bars of hell, And with her gleaming weapon pierce my heart; Or let fiece Mars be arméd for my death; He is my brother; true, but Juno's son. Thou also, sprung from father Jove, and so Alcides' sister, bright Athene, come, And hurl thy spear against thy brother's breast. And e'en to thee I stretch my suppliant hands, O cruel stepdame; thou at least, I pray, Let fly thy dart (so by a woman's hand I may be slain), thine anger soothed at last, Thy thirst for vengeance sated. Why dost thou Still nurse thy wrath? Why further seek revenge? Behold Alcides suppliant to thee, Which no wild beast, no land has ever seen. But now, O Juno, when I need thy wrath, Is now thine anger cooled, thy hate forgot? Thou giv'st me life when 'tis for death I pray. O lands, and countless cities of the earth, Is there no one among you all to bring A blazing torch for mighty Hercules? Will no one give me arms? Why take away My weapons from my hands? Then let no land Bring forth dire monsters more when I am dead, And let the world not ask for aid of mine. If other ills are born into the world, Then must another savior come as well. Oh, bring ye heavy stones from every side And hurl them at my wretched head; and so O'erwhelm at last my woes. Ungrateful world, Dost thou refuse? Hast thou forgot me quite? Thou wouldst thyself have been a helpless prey