Legendary Passages - Greek/Roman Myths

LP0004a - The Nemean Lion - Heracles' 1st Labor, from The Idylls of Theocritus

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Legendary Passages #0004a - The Nemean Lion - Heracles' 1st Labor, from The Idylls of Theocritus.     Last time we reviewed the early adventures of Heracles. This time Heracles himself reveals how he accomplished his first labor: slaying the Nemean Lion.     This passage is a continuation of episode 29, where Heracles went to the Augean Stables. Anyway, Augeas' son Phyleus pesters the hero with rumors about him, and how he won his lion-skin.     The Lion had been ravaging the countryside, killing flocks and citizens alike. Heracles set out after it, armed with bow and arrows, and a massive club. Soon he finds the beast, still bloody from its latest kill.     Heracles shoots an arrow, and it bounces off the lion's invincible hide. It roars and pounces upon him, and Heracles shoves his quiver in its face and smashes with his club, which snaps in two.     The lion is merely dazed so, weapons useless, Heracles climbs upon the lion's back and strangles its neck, just like when he crushed the snakes in his crib. He skinned it with its own claws, and wore that impervious pelt ever after.     Next time we shall hear even more Labors of Heracles. http://www.gutenberg.org/files/11533/11533-h/11533-h.htm#IDYLL_XXV The Nemean Lion, a Legendary Passage, from The Idylls of Theocritus, translated by C. S. Calverley. IDYLL XXV.     Then townwards, leaving straight that rich champaign,     Stout Heracles his comrade, Phyleus fared;     And soon as they had gained the paven road,     Making their way hotfooted o'er a path     (Not o'er-conspicuous in the dim green wood)     That left the farm and threaded through the vines,     Out-spake unto the child of Zeus most high,     Who followed in his steps, Augéas' son,     O'er his right shoulder glancing pleasantly.     "O stranger, as some old familiar tale     I seem to cast thy history in my mind.         For there came one to Argos, young and tall,     By birth a Greek from Helicè-on-seas,     Who told this tale before a multitude:     How that an Argive in his presence slew     A fearful lion-beast, the dread and death     Of herdsmen; which inhabited a den     Or cavern by the grove of Nemean Zeus.         He may have come from sacred Argos' self,     Or Tiryns, or Mycenæ: what know I?     But thus he told his tale, and said the slayer     Was (if my memory serves me) Perseus' son.         Methinks no islander had dared that deed     Save thee: the lion's skin that wraps thy ribs     Argues full well some gallant feat of arms.         But tell me, warrior, first--that I may know     If my prophetic soul speak truth or not--     Art thou the man of whom that stranger Greek     Spoke in my hearing? Have I guessed aright?         How slew you single-handed that fell beast?     How came it among rivered Nemea's glens?     For none such monster could the eagerest eye     Find in all Greece: Greece harbours bear and boar,     And deadly wolf: but not this larger game.         'Twas this that made his listeners marvel then:     They deemed he told them travellers' tales, to win     By random words applause from standers-by." -         Then Phyleus from the mid-road edged away,     That both might walk abreast, and he might catch     More at his ease what fell from Heracles:     Who journeying now alongside thus began:--     "On the prior matter, O Augéas' child,     Thine own unaided wit hath ruled aright.         But all that mon

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