From kindred souls abominably slain,
And madness and vain terror of the mind
Should harass and unman me till the State
Should drive me forth, with brands upon my body.
So vexed, so banished, I should have no share
Of wine or dear libation, but unseen
My father’s wrath should drive me from all altars.
None should receive me: none should dwell with me,
And my long friendless life, bereft of honours,
Should shrivel down to darkness and decay.