Do not think, Alcmene, that, enamoured as I am of your celestial charms, I can live a day under your wrath.Even these moments' agony is barbarously prolonged and my sad heart sinks under their mortal blows.The cruel wounds of a thousand vultures are not comparable in any way to my lively grief.Alcmene, you have but to tell me I need not hope for pardon: and immediately this sword, by a happy thrust, shall pierce the heart of a miserable wretch before your eyes.This heart, this traitorous heart, too deserving of death, since it has offended an adorable being, will be happy if, in descending into the place of shades, my death appeases your anger, and, after this wretched day, it leaves in your soul no impression of hatred in remembering my love! This is all I ask as a sovereign favour.
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