The rocks together clash, which fling to heaven
The sea that lies between the rushing cliffs,
May I lie there, the mountains' restless check.1215
Or why not heap a mighty pyre of wood,
And burn my body stained with impious blood?
Thus, thus it must be done; so Hercules
Shall to the lower world return again.
Amphitr.: Not yet has madness ceased to vex his heart.
But now his wrath has changed, and, fury's sign,1220
He rages 'gainst himself.