Hurl blazing brands from off their funeral pyres!
The plague spot of the age, I wander here,875
Heaven-cursed pollutor of all sacred ties;
Who, in the day when first I breathed the air,
Was doomed to death.
[To himself.]
Call up thy courage now,
And dare some deed befitting these thy crimes.
Haste to thy palace and congratulate880
Thy mother's house increased by children's sons.