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 "Coward" she less will loathe than "murderess."

And she shall be the mother of that house

Which shall be kings in Argos,—one had need

Of much discourse to utter all that matter,

But this receive: from seed of her shall spring

One very bold, who of his bow shall get

Great fame; and he it is, that from this durance

Shall set me free.

Such oracle my mother did unfold me,

She that hath been of old time, of the race

Of the Titans, Themis; but the how and where

'Twould need words many to set forth, and thou

By learning all that tale, would'st find no good.

Welaway! welaway!

The old fit mounts in me, rending, the passion

Of madness: a prick no fire did fashion

Stabs me and urges.

My heart is tormented of terror to bound

As a wild thing within me; mine eyes wheel round;