And last, shall hear the prayers of Hercules.
One thunderbolt I ask, and only one.
Consider me a giant storming heaven.
Yea, heaven I might have stormed in very truth;
But, since I deemed thee sire, I spared the skies.
Oh, whether thou be harsh or merciful,1305
Stretch forth thy hand and grant me speedy death,
And gain this great renown unto thy name.
Or, if thy righteous hand refuse a task
So impious, send forth from Sicily