Use me as tool. Thou canst destroy him quite.

Do thou but use these hands for what thou will.

Why dost thou hesitate, O goddess? See,

Use me, the raging one. What impious deed

Dost thou command? Decide. Why doubtful stand?

Now mayst thou rest awhile from all thy toils,

For my rage is enough.275

Nurse: O child of mine,

These sad outpourings of thy maddened heart

Restrain, quench passion's fire, and curb thy grief.