burst the doors of the mansions below, and expose the 15
realms of ghastly gloom which the gods hate, and from
above the vast abyss were to be seen, and the spectres
dazzled by the influx of day. So as Cacus stares surprised
by the sudden burst of light, pent by the walls of
his cave, and roars in strange and hideous sort, Alcides 20
from above showers down his darts, and calls every
weapon to his aid, and rains a tempest of boughs and
huge millstones. But he, seeing that no hope of flight
remains, vomits from his throat huge volumes of smoke,