He spake of other onsets of the Erinnyes,
As brought to issue from a father's blood;
For the dark weapon of the Gods below
Winged by our kindred that lie low in death,
And beg for vengeance, yea, and madness too,
And vague, dim fears at night disturb and haunt me,
[*]Seeing full clearly, though I move my brow[[419]]
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In the thick darkness ... and that then my frame,
Thus tortured, should be driven from the city