Will slay me, wretched me. And, as one
Mixing a poisoned draught, she boasts that she
Will put my price into her cup of wrath,
Sharpening her sword to smite her spouse with death,
So paying him for bringing me. Oh, why
Do I still wear what all men flout and scorn,
My wand and seeress wreaths around my neck?[[370]]
Thee, ere myself I die I will destroy: [breaks her wand]
Perish ye thus: [casting off her wreaths] I soon shall follow you:
Make rich another Atè[[371]] in my place;