And hands and mangled feet are there; for these
Their sire, for all his greed, could not devour.1040
But Oh, I feel within my vitals now
That horrid thing which struggles to be free,
But can no exit find. Give me the sword,
Which even now is reeking with my blood,
That it may set my children free from me.
Thou wilt not give it me? Then let my breast1045
Resound with crushing blows—but hold thy hand,
Unhappy one, and spare the imprisoned shades.