How fitting 'twere by such a sword to die!
But is't enough that by one hand I fall?870
Assemble, all ye nations of the world,
And hurl upon me rocks and blazing brands;
Let no hand shirk its task of punishment,
For your avenger have I done to death.
Now with impunity shall cruel kings
Their scepters wield; and monstrous ills shall rise875
With none to let; again shall shrines be sought,
Where worshiper and victim are alike