Albanio

If thou art not in chains, come forth to' endow Me with the true form of a man, who now Have but the title left; but if thou' art bound By magic art, and rooted to the ground, I pray thee speak! for if my piteous pleading Should fail to touch the ear of Heaven unheeding, I to the bowers of Tartarus will depart, And storm fierce Pluto's adamantine heart, As for his absent consort, unalarmed, Did the fond lover, who with music charmed Hell's grisly maids, and hushed, sweet harmonist, The raging snakes that round their temples hissed!