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CANTO IV.] Here, where the ancient paid thee homage long—

Thou, who didst call the Furies from the abyss,

And round Orestes bade them howl and hiss

For that unnatural retribution—just,

Had it but been from hands less near—in this

Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust!

Dost thou not hear my heart?—Awake! thou shalt, and must.

CXXXIII.

It is not that I may not have incurred,

For my ancestral faults or mine, the wound

I bleed withal; and, had it been conferred

With a just weapon, it had flowed unbound;

But now my blood shall not sink in the ground—

To thee I do devote it—Thou shalt take

The vengeance, which shall yet be sought and found—

Which if I have not taken for the sake——

But let that pass—I sleep—but Thou shalt yet awake.