What's the right way to knock? I wonder how
The natives here are wont to knock at doors.
No dawdling: taste the door. You've got, remember,
The lion-hide and pride of Heracles.
The door opens. AEACUS appears.
I, Heracles the strong!
O, you most shameless desperate ruffian, you
O, villain, villain, arrant vilest villain!
Who seized our Cerberus by the throat, and fled,
And ran, and rushed, and bolted, haling of
The dog, my charge! But now I've got thee fast.
So close the Styx's inky-hearted rock,
The blood-bedabbled peak of Acheron
Shall hem thee in: the hell-hounds of Cocytus
Prowl round thee; whilst the hundred-headed Asp
Shall rive thy heart-strings: the Tartesian Lamprey
Prey on thy lungs: and those Tithrasian Gorgons
Mangle and tear thy kidneys, mauling them,
Entrails and all, into one bloody mash.
I'll speed a running foot to fetch them hither.
Hallo! what now?
I've done it: call the god.
Get up, you laughing-stock; get up directly,
Before you're seen.
What, I get up? I'm fainting.
Please dab a sponge of water on my heart.
Here! Dab it on.
Where is it?
Ye golden gods,
Lies your heart there?
It got so terrified
It fluttered down into my stomach's pit.
Cowardliest of gods and men!
The cowardliest? I?
What I, who asked you for a sponge, a thing
A coward never would have done!
A coward would have lain there wallowing;
But I stood up, and wiped myself withal.
Poseidon! quite heroic.
'Deed I think so.