Naught save Alcides have I given her;

And he is gone. Then let her soothe her woes

In the embrace of him who boasts the blood1495

Of Jove and Hercules. Whatever seed

She has conceived of me let her to thee

Bring forth.

[To Alcmena.]

And do thou cease thy plaints, I pray,

For me, great mother; thy Alcides lives;

And by my might have I my stepdame made