And made thee master of thyself again.

Thyestes: Thou askest why I fear—I cannot tell.

No cause for fear I see, but still I fear. 435

I long to go, and yet my trembling limbs

Go on with faltering steps, and I am borne

Where I most stoutly struggle not to go.

So, when a ship by oar and sail is driven,

The tide, resisting both, bears it away.

Tantalus: But thou must overcome whate'er it be440

That doth oppose and hold thy soul in check;