_Hercules:_ I shall myself Frame prayers more worthy Jupiter and me: May heaven, earth, and air their order keep, And the everlasting stars wheel on their way, Unchanged; may peace profound brood o'er the world; May iron be used for harmless toil alone, 930 And deadly weapons vanish from the earth; May no unbridled tempest lash the sea; May angry Jove send forth no lightning bolts; And may no river, fed by winter's snows, O'erflow the troubled fields; may venom fail; And may no noxious herb its fruitage bear; 935 May fierce and cruel tyrants rule no more. If the pregnant earth still foster any crime, Let her make haste to bring it to the light; And if she still another monster bear, Let it be mine to meet. [_The madness planned by_ Juno _begins to come upon him_.] But what is this? The day's bright noon is by dark shadows dimmed, 940 And, though the sky be cloudless, Phoebus fares With face obscured. Who puts the day to flight, And drives it back to seek the dawn again? Whence rears unheard-of night its gloomy head? Why do so many stars the heavens fill In daylight hours? See where the Lion fierce, My earliest labor, glitters in the sky, 945 Inflamed with wrath, and threatens with his fangs. Now, surely, will he some bright star devour. With gaping jaws and menacing he stands; He breathes out fire, and on his flaming neck His mane he tosses. Soon will he o'erleap With one huge bound the fruitful autumn's stars, And those which frozen winter brings to view, 950 And slay with savage lunge the vernal Bull. _Amphitr.:_ What sudden ill is this? Why dost thou turn Now here now there thy burning eyes? And why Dost thou so falsely see the heavens?