But even now, with broken, crumbling joints,
Begins to fall away. My strength is gone,1230
And e'en the limbs of mighty Hercules
Are not enough to satisfy this pest.
Alas, how mighty must that evil be,
When I confess it great! Oh, cruel wrong!
Now see, ye cities, see what now remains
Of famous Hercules. Dost know thy son,
O father Jove? Was't with such arms as these1235
That I crushed out the Nemean monster's life?