Ὁς κ' απο ῥινα ταμῃσι, και ουατα νηλεϊ χαλκῳ,
Μηδεα τ' εξερυσας δωῃ κυσιν ωμα δασασθαι.
I'll send thee, caitiff, far beyond the seas,
To the grim tyrant Echetus, who mars
All he encounters; bane of human kind.
Thine ears he'll lop, and pare the nose away
From thy pale ghastly visage: dire to tell!
The very parts, which modesty conceals,
He'll tear relentless from the seat of life,
To feed his hungry hounds.