ABSTRACT
‘However much Aetna, in showing her enflamed wrath, might free the oppressed head of Typhoeus, 1 joining herself to Lilybaeum and forming, with Pachynus and Pelorus as arms and the Appennine Mountains as legs, a monster such as might free him, her power will never be equal to ours, although it can be said that it has already accomplished great evil. And our power does not find an equal in those hostile giants who placed one mountain on top of another and made a mound up to the sky, drawing near to Jove and threatening to lift him from his realm (and they were defeated in Phlegra by the one who still frightens than thundering); nor in any others who have ever been pierced by any celestial arrow. And so let the sky open immediately to us and we will ascend there directly.
