Straightway she sends us with funereal gifts,
A medicinal charm, if medicine be
For griefs like hers!
Orestes.
Now hear me, Earth profound,
And my dear father’s tomb, that so this dream
May find in me completion! Thus I read it—
As left the snake the womb that once hid me,
And in the clothes was swathed that once swathed me,
And as it sucked the breast that suckled me,