Rejoice, that armed by thee his daughters slew
Old Pelias! Seek revenge! No novice hand
Thou bring’st to crime; what wilt thou do; what dart
Let fly against thy hated enemy?
I know not what my maddened spirit plots,
Nor yet dare I confess it to myself!
In folly I made haste—would that my foe
Had children by this other! Mine are his.
We’ll say Creüsa bore them! ’Tis enough;
Through them my heart at last finds full revenge.