Which wrap themselves about the furies’ necks,
Did hiss for joy: and from the dreadful bench[284]
The supreme fury thus assign’d her charge.
Gorlois, quoth she, thou thither must ascend,
Whence, through the rancour of malicious foes,
Wearied with wounds thou didst descend to us.
Make Britain now the mark of thy revenge:
On ruthless Britons and Pendragon’s race
Disburse the treasure of thy hellish plagues.
Let blood contend with blood, father with son,