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“With heavenward-soaring prayers unto thee do I make my petition

To perfect in Eriboia’s womb for the man at my side

A valiant son, who shall aye be my friend by Fate’s decision,

One of thews invincibly stalwart, hard as the lion’s hide

That at Nemea, first of my labours, I slew, this fell enfolding

My shoulders, and may his courage be worthy his frame’s strong moulding!”

He spake, and a mighty eagle the God sent down from his heaven,

Monarch of birds; and with rapture thrilled for the omen given