'Tis worthy of Thyestes—and of me.
Let both perform it then. The Odrysian house
Was wont to look on feasts unspeakable—
monstrous thing, 'tis true, but long ago
Performed. This grief of mine some greater sin275
Must find to feed upon. Do thou inspire
My heart, O Daulian Procne, who didst know
A mother's and a sister's feelings too.
Our cause is similar. Assist thou then,
And nerve my hand to act. Let once again