With blood of guests his impious altar stones;
If horrid crimes have ceased: then, take, I pray,
My spirit to the skies. I have no fear
Of death, nor do the gloomy realms of Dis1705
Affright my soul; but Oh, I blush with shame
To go, a naked shade, unto those gods
Whom I myself aforetime overcame.
Dispel the clouds and ope the gates of heaven,
That all the gods may see Alcides burn.
Though thou refuse me place among the stars,