Whate'er does not remain.
Thyestes: What hast thou done?
Hast fed them to the savage, greedy birds?
Have beasts of prey devoured their tender flesh?
Atreus: Thou hast thyself that impious banquet made.
Thyestes: Oh, then, 'twas this that shamed the gods of heaven,1035
And drove the day in horror back to dawn!
Ah me, what cries shall voice, what plaints express
My wretchedness? Where can I find the words
That can describe my woe? The severed heads