And all the palace fill with Tantalus.
Adorn the lofty columns; let the doors,
With verdant laural decked, proclaim their joy;
Let torches gleam in celebration meet55
Of thy return—then let the Thracian crime
Be done again, but triply hideous.
Why stays the uncle's hand in idleness?
Not yet Thyestes weeps his murdered sons.
When will he act? The kettles o'er the fires
Should even now be boiling, severed limbs60