May I hit the mark? Some amphisbaina—Skulla

Housing in rocks, of mariners the mischief,

Revelling Haides' mother,—curse, no truce with,

Breathing at friends! How piously she shouted,

The all-courageous, as at turn of battle!

She seems to joy at the back-bringing safety!

Of this, too, if I naught persuade, all 's one! Why?

What is to be will come! And soon thou, present,

"True prophet all too much" wilt pitying style me!

Cho. Thuestes' feast, indeed, on flesh of children,