Usurps o'er wedlock's ties.

Strophe II

Whoso is not bird-witted, let him think

What scheme she learnt to plan,

Of subtle craft that wrought its will by fire,

That wretched child of Thestios, who to slay

Her son did set a-blaze

The brand that glowed blood-red,

Which had its birth when first from out the womb

He came with infant's wail,