Sooner shall western skies give birth to day;335
Sooner shall men of India make their home
Beneath the icy pole, and Phoebus tan
With his hot rays the shivering Scythians,
Than shall the dames of Thessaly behold
My downfall. For with my own blood I'll quench
The marriage torches. Either he shall die,
Or slay me with his hand. To all the beasts340
Whom he has slaughtered let him add his wife;
Let me be numbered 'mongst his mighty deeds;