The race anew,[f10] I only of the gods
Thwarted his will;[n19] and, but for my strong aid,
Hades had whelmed, and hopeless ruin swamped
All men that breathe. Such were my crimes: these pains
Grievous to suffer, pitiful to behold,
Were purchased thus; and mercy’s now denied
To him whose crime was mercy to mankind:
And here I lie, in cunning torment stretched,[n20]
A spectacle inglorious to Jove.
Chorus.