Io. Eleleu! Oh, Eleleu![[199]]
The throbbing pain inflames me, and the mood
Of frenzy-smitten rage;
The gadfly's pointed sting,
Not forged with fire, attacks,
And my heart beats against my breast with fear.
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Mine eyes whirl round and round:
Out of my course I'm borne
By the wild spirit of fierce agony,