Be broken up, the father's hearth be stained
With children's blood, the festal tables spread.
But at no untried carnival of crime
Wilt thou sit down as guest. This day be free,
And sate thy hunger at that festal board;
Go eat thy fill, and drink the blood and wine65
Commingled in thy sight. A banquet this,
Which thou thyself wouldst look in horror on.—
But stay thee. Whither dost thou rush away?
Tantalus: Back to my pools and streams and ebbing waves,