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.