Far in the pool profound with seeing eye,
And feel no dizziness. ’Tis no light matter
Here to unite your safety and the state’s.
If that your kindred claim you as their right,
And we withstand, a bloody strife ensues.
If from these altars of the gods we tear you,
Your chosen refuge, we shall surely bring
The all-destroying god, the stern Alastor,[f14]
To house with us, whom not the dead in Hades
Can flee. Is here no cause to ponder well?