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;