Hercules
1259
Now, ere the dreadful malady return,
Be firm, my soul, e'en as the hardened steel;
Suspend thy ciies, and meet the fatal blow
With joy and pleasure ; bear me hence, my fnends,
1260
For you have shown yourselves my friends indeed,
1260
And prove the base ingratitude of those
From whom I sprang, the cruel gods, who saw
Unmoved the woes of their unhappy son.
'Tis not in mortal to foresee his fate ;
Mine is to them disgraceful, and to me
Most terrible — to me of all mankind
The most distressed, the poor, the lost Alcides.
Trachiniae. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.