I saw the daylight shrink at sight of Cerberus, and the sun pale with fear upon me, too, terror came, and as I gazed upon the three necks of the conquered monster I trembled at my own command. But he, exultant at having burst the prison of the shades, triumphs over me, and with arrogant hand leads through the cities of Greece that dusky hound. Why does he not drag forth, bound and loaded down with fetters, Pluto himself, who drew a lot equal to Jove's? Why does he not lord it over conquered Erebus and lay bare the Styx? It is not enough merely to return the law of the shades has been annulled, a way back has been opened from the lowest ghosts, and the mysteries of dread Death lie bared. I myself saw, yes, saw him, the shadows of nether night dispersed and Dis overthrown, proudly displaying to his father a brother's spoils. Nor is earth vast enough for him behold, he has broken down the doors of infernal Jove, and brings back to the upper world the spoils7 of a conquered king. What cruel biddings of his tyrant could harm this impetuous youth? Why, he bears as weapons what he once fought and overcame he goes armed by lion and by hydra. Now I have no monsters left, and 'tis less labour for Hercules to fulfil my orders than for me to order with joy he welcomes my commands. Where the Sun, as he brings back, and where, as he dismisses day, colours both Ethiop races with neighbouring torch, his unconquered valour is adored, and in all the world he is storied as a god.
He rises anew and has thrives on trouble he enjoys my wrath to his own credit he turns my hate imposing too cruel tasks, I have but proved his sire, but give room for glory. What wars? Whatever fearsome creature the hostile earth produces, whatever the sea or the air has borne, terrific, dreadful, noxious, savage, wild, has been broken and subdued. " But I lament ancient wrongs one land, the baneful and savage land of Thebes, scattered thick with shameless mistresses, how oft has it made me stepdame! Yet, though Alcmena be exalted and in triumph hold my place though her son, likewise, obtain his promised star (for whose begetting the world lost a day, and Phoebus with tardy light shone forth from the Eastern sea, bidden to keep his bright car sunk beneath Ocean's waves), not in such fashion shall my hatred have its end my angry soul shall keep up a long-living wrath, and my raging smart, banishing peace, shall wage unending wars.
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