Ye see them not. I see them.[n75] There!—Away!
The hell-hounds hunt me: here I may not stay.
Chorus.
Nay, but with blessing go. From fatal harm
Guard thee the god whose eyes in love behold thee![n76]
Blown hath now the third harsh tempest,
O’er the proud Atridan palace,
Floods of family woe!
First thy damned feast, Thyestes,
On thy children’s flesh abhorrent;