Thyestes: And dost thou speak of brother's love to me?475

Sooner shall ocean bathe the heavenly Bears,

The raging waves of Sicily be still;

And sooner shall the Ionian waters yield

Ripe fields of grain; black night illume the earth;

And fire shall mate with water, life with death, 480

And winds shall make a treaty with the sea:

Than shall Thyestes know a brother's love.

Tantalus: What treachery dost thou fear?

Thyestes: All treachery.