Tiresias: Driven through a narrow opening spurts the blood,345
Or, sluggish, does it water deeper wounds?
Manto: The blood of one, through that same welcome thrust,
Doth flow in generous streams; but of the bull,
Those yawning wounds are stained with scanty drops,
While, turning backward, through his eyes and mouth
The plenteous current flows.350
Tiresias: These unblest rites
Some dreadful ills portend. But come, describe
The trusty markings of the viscera.