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Reverse, O Jove, thy too severe decree,Nor doom to war a race deriv'd from thee;On impious realms, and barb'rous Kings, imposeThy plagues, and curse 'em with such [1]sons as those.Thus, in reproach and pray'r, the Queen exprestThe rage and grief contending in her breast;Unmov'd remain'd the ruler of the sky,And from his throne return'd this stern reply.'Twas thus I deem'd thy haughty soul would bearThe dire, tho' just, revenge which I prepareAgainst a Nation thy peculiar care:No less Dione might for Thebes contend,Nor Bacchus less his native town defend,Yet these in silence see the fates fulfilTheir work, and rev'rence our superior will.For by the black infernal Styx I swear,(That dreadful oath which binds the thunderer)'Tis fix'd; th' irrevocable doom of Jove;No force can bend me, no persuasion move.
  1. ↑ Tydeus and Polynices.

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