This pomp of supplication, let me share
In your good counsel. Speak, and tell me how,
This flood funereal pouring on the tomb,
I shall find utterance in well-omened words?
Shall I declare me bearer of sweet gifts
From a dear wife to her dear lord? I fear
To mingle faslehood with libations pure,
Poured on my father’s tomb.[n9] Or shall I pray,
As mortals wont to pray, that he may send
Just retribution, and a worthy gift