And mingled blood with milk once sucked by me,
And as she groaned with horror at the sight,
Thus it beseems who bore a monstrous birth
No common death to die. I am the serpent
Shall bite her breast. It is a truthful dream.
My seer be thou. Say have I read it well?
Chorus.
Bravely. Now, for the rest, thy friends instruct
What things to do, and what things to refrain.
Orestes.