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66 Tore through my entrails, that, with fear and pain Distorted all my nether shape thus grew Transformed: but he, my inbred enemy, Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart, Made to destroy. I fled, and cried out Death! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed From all her caves, and back resounded Death! I fled, but he pursued—though more, it seems, Inflamed with lust than rage—and, swifter far, Me overtook, his mother, all dismayed, And, in embraces forcible and foul Ingendering with me, of that rape begot These yelling monsters, that with ceaseless cry Surround me, as thou sawest, hourly conceived And hourly born, with sorrow infinite To me; for, when they list, into the womb That bred them they return, and howl and gnaw My bowels, their repast; then, bursting forth Afresh, with conscious terrors vex me round, That rest or intermission none I find. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe, who sets them on, And me his parent would full soon devour, For want of other prey, but that he knows His end with mine involved, and knows that I Should prove a bitter morsel and his bane,