Haides' three-headed dog and doorkeeper.
But then I,—wretch,—dared this last labor—see!
Slew my sons, keystone-coped my house with ills,
To such a strait I come! nor my dear Thebes
Dare I inhabit,—and, suppose I stay?
Into what fane or festival of friends
Am I to go? My curse scarce courts accost!
Shall I seek Argos? How, if fled from home?
But say,—I hurry to some other town!
And there they eye me, as notorious now,—