"But when Jove had driven the Titans out from Heaven, huge Earth bare her youngest-born son, Typhœus (Typhaon, Typhœus, Typhon), by the embrace of Tartarus (Hell), through golden Aphrodite (Venus), whose hands, indeed, are apt for deeds on the score of strength, and untiring the feet of the strong god; and from his shoulders there were a hundred heads of a serpent, a fierce dragon playing with _dusky tongues_" (_tongues of fire and smoke?_), "and from the eyes in his wondrous heads are sparkled beneath the brows; whilst from all his heads _fire was gleaming_, as he looked keenly. In all his terrible heads, too, _were voices sending forth every kind of voice ineffable_. For one while, indeed, they would utter sounds, so as for the gods to understand, and at another time, again, the voice of a loud-bellowing bull, untamable in force and proud in utterance; at another time, again, that of a lion possessing a daring spirit; at another time, again, they would sound like to whelps, wondrous to hear; and at another, he would hiss, and the lofty mountains resounded. [1. "The Heavens," p. 256.] {p. 139} "And, in sooth, then would there have been done a deed past remedy, and he, even he, would have reigned over mortals and immortals, unless, I wot, the sire of gods and men had quickly observed him. Harshly then he thundered, and heavily and terribly the earth re-echoed around; and the broad heaven above, and the sea and streams of ocean, and the abysses of earth. But beneath his immortal feet _vast Olympus trembled_, as the king uprose and earth groaned beneath. And the _heat from both caught the dark-colored sea_, both of the thunder and the lightning, and _fire from the monster_, the heat arising from the thunder-storms, _winds_, and burning lightning. _And all earth, and heaven, and sea, were boiling_; and huge billows roared around the shores about and around, beneath the violence of the gods; and _unallayed quaking arose_. Pluto trembled, monarch over the dead beneath; and the Titans under Tartarus, standing about Cronus, trembled also, on account of _the unceasing tumult and dreadful contention_. But Jove, when in truth he had raised high his wrath, and had taken his arms, his thunder and lightning, and smoking bolt, leaped up and smote him from Olympus, and scorched all around the wondrous heads of the terrible monster.