Upon his Pelion; and if to heaven
Olympus reach not, third in order set,
I'll hurl it there.
Amphitryon: Such thought be far from thee!
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Though great.
Hercules: But what is this? With dire intent
The giants are in arms. Great Tityus
Has fled the shades, and, towering aloft
With torn and empty breast, has almost gained