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Eurystheus

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Eurystheus
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Argos1 observation
·Remembered

In Agamemnon’s recollected story, Eurystheus is born in Achaean Argos.

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For Juno darted down from the high summit of Olympus, and went in haste to Achaean Argos where she knew that the noble wife of Sthenelus son of Perseus then was. She being with child and in her seventh month, Juno brought the child to birth though there was a month still wanting,

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·Reported

Minerva says Eurystheus imposed exhausting labors on Hercules and sent him to Hades for the hell-hound.

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labours Eurystheus had laid on him. He would weep till his cry came up to heaven, and then Jove would send me down to help him; if I had had the sense to foresee all this, when Eurystheus sent him to the house of Hades, to fetch the hell-hound from Erebus
·Reported

Juno announces Eurystheus as a fine newborn son of Sthenelus in Jove’s lineage and argues that he should reign over the Argives.

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There is a fine child born this day, Eurystheus, son to Sthenelus the son of Perseus; he is of your lineage; it is well, therefore, that he should reign over the Argives
·Reported

Eurystheus is said to impose cruel labours that make Hercules groan.

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the cruel labours that Eurystheus laid upon him

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·Remembered
the labours Eurystheus had laid on him
·Remembered
King Eurystheus to mighty Hercules
·Reported
Eurystheus, son to Sthenelus the son of Perseus

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Book 8 · Passage 31

Minerva answered, ‘Would, indeed, this fellow might die in his own land, and fall by the hands of the Achaeans; but my father Jove is mad with spleen, ever foiling me, ever headstrong and unjust. He forgets how often I saved his son when he was worn out by the labours Eurystheus had laid on him. He would weep till his cry came up to heaven, and then Jove would send me down to help him; if I had had the sense to foresee all this, when Eurystheus sent him to the house of Hades, to fetch the hell-hound from Erebus, he would never have come back alive out of the deep waters of the river Styx. And now Jove hates me, while he lets Thetis have her way because she kissed his knees and took hold of his beard, when she was begging him to do honour to Achilles. I shall know what to do next time he begins calling me his grey-eyed darling. Get our horses ready, while I go within the house of aegis-bearing Jove and put on my armour; we shall then find out whether Priam’s son Hector will be glad to meet us in the highways of battle, or whether the Trojans will glut hounds and vultures with the fat of their flesh as they be dead by the ships of the Achaeans.’