Deny me passage; nay, grim Cerberus too
Stands at the door——
Orph. But cannot then
They that o'er Lethe go, return again?
Eur. Never, oh never!——
Orph. Sure they may, let's try
If Art can null the Laws of Destiny.
My lays compacted Thebes, made every tree
20Loosen its roots to caper; come let's see
What thou and I can do.