Whene’er to Jove and to the other gods It shall seem good to send it. Hercules, Though mighty and beloved of Jupiter, The son of Saturn, could not shun his death, For fate and Juno’s cruel wrath prevailed Against him. I shall lie in death like him, If a like fate be measured out for me. Yet now shall I have glory; I shall do What many a Trojan and Dardanian dame, Deep-bosomed, wiping with both hands the tears From their fair cheeks, shall bitterly lament; And well shall they perceive that, till this hour, I paused from war. Thou lov’st me; but seek not To keep me from the field, for that were vain.”