But slighting.... I pass o'er the penalty[[463]]....
For none, aim as he will, such woes will hit.
And now ye see me, in what guise equipped,
[Putting on the suppliant's wreaths of wool, and
taking an olive branch in his hand
With this my bough and chaplet I will gain
Earth's central shrine, the home where Loxias dwells,
And the bright fire that is as deathless known,[[464]]
Seeking to 'scape this guilt of kindred blood;
And on no other hearth, so Loxias bade,