And back with hurrying rage they turn’d to seek
The throng of battle. And hard by there stood
Clotho and Lachesis; and Atropos,
Somewhat in years inferior: nor was she
A mighty goddess: yet those other Fates
Transcending, and in birth the elder far.
And all around one man in cruel strife
Were join’d: and on each other turn’d in wrath
Their glowing eyes: and mingling desperate hands
And talons mutual strove. [262]And near to them