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128 Sea-snake or adder, had more power than she

To poison with a touch the flesh unscarred?

So great her daring, such her impious will.

How name her, if I may not speak a curse?

A lion-springe? a laver's swathing cloth,

Wrapping a dead man, twining round his feet—

A net, a trammel, an entangling robe?

Such were the weapon of some strangling thief,

The terror of the road, a cut-purse hound—

With such device full many might he kill,

Full oft exult in heat of villainy.

Ne'er have my house so cursed an indweller—

Heaven send me, rather, childless to be slain?

Woe for each desperate deed!

Woe for the queen, with shame of life bereft!

And ah, for him who still is left,

Madness, dark blossom of a bloody seed!

Did she the deed or not? this robe gives proof,

Imbrued with blood that bathed Ægisthus' sword:

Look, how the spurted stain combines with time

To blur the many dyes that once adorned

Its pattern manifold! I now stand here,

Made glad, made sad with blood, exulting, wailing—

Hear, thou woven web that slew my sire!

I grieve for deed and death and all my home—

Victor, pollution's damnèd stain for prize.

Alas, that none of mortal men

Can pass his life untouched by pain!