Ere his warrior-soul should be shamed by a thrust in the back from Periklymenus’ spear:
For when panic is sent from Heaven, even the sons of the Gods must flee in fear.
If it be possible, O Kronion, such trial of manhood with spears blood-pouring,
Such struggle for hfe and death, I fain would defer to the uttermost. Nay, I implore,
Grant thou to the sons of Etna a portion in governance fair for evermore,