Here too were seen, Ebba and Sisibert;
A spurious brood, but of their parent’s crimes
True heirs, in guilt begotten, and in ill
Train’d up. The same unnatural rage that turn’d
Their swords against their country, made them seek,
Unmindful of their wretched mother’s end,
Pelayo’s life. No enmity is like
Domestic hatred. For his blood they thirst,
As if that sacrifice might satisfy
Witiza’s guilty ghost, efface the shame