Atreus: Thyestes' self.
Attendant: Far worse than madness this.
Atreus: I do confess it. Deep within my heart,260
A fearful tumult rages unrestrained,
And I am hurried on, I know not where;
I only know that I am hurried on.
From lowest depths a moaning sound is heard,
And thunders rumble in the cloudless skies;
A crashing noise resounds throughout the house
As though 'twere rent in twain; upon my hearth