Did he one tear let fall, o’er-mastered by my grief?
Now neither Juno, mighty queen, nor father Jove
Impartial sees; for faith is everywhere betrayed.
That shipwrecked beggar in my folly did I take
And cause to sit upon my throne; I saved his fleet,
His friends I rescued—Oh, the furies drive me mad!
Now ‘t is Apollo’s dictate, now the Lycian lots,
And now “the very messenger of heaven sent down
By Jove himself” to bring this mandate through the air!
A fitting task is that for heaven’s immortal lords!