Let it be mine to meet.
[The madness planned by Juno begins to come upon him.]
But what is this?
The day's bright noon is by dark shadows dimmed,940
And, though the sky be cloudless, Phoebus fares
With face obscured. Who puts the day to flight,
And drives it back to seek the dawn again?
Whence rears unheard-of night its gloomy head?
Why do so many stars the heavens fill
In daylight hours? See where the Lion fierce,