One like her, like sorrow sharing.
With her own body’s fruit she joined
Wedlock in most unholy kind,
And to her son, twin sons the mother,
O monstrous! bore:
And here they lie, by brother brother
Now drenched in gore.
STROPHE IV.
Semi-Chorus 1.
Ay, drenched in gore, in brothered gore,[n44]
Weltering they lie;