And the father lifts up his own son in a changed form and slays him with a prayer. Infatuated fool! And they run up to the sacrifices, begging mercy, while he, deaf to their cries, slaughters them in his halls and gets ready the evil feast. In like manner does the son seize his father, and children their 5 mother, tear out their life and eat the kindred flesh. R. P. 184 b.
(138)
Draining their life with bronze.
(139)
Ah, woe is me that the pitiless day of death did not destroy me ere ever I wrought evil deeds of devouring with my lips! R. P. 184 b.
(140)
Abstain wholly from laurel leaves.
(141)
Wretches, utter wretches, keep your hands from beans!
(142)