His dagger with her blood! to breathe beneath
A load of inextinguishable pain!
So, shed Iphianassa her pure life,
Borne in shuddering arms to a Sire’s knife:
Printing with chaste blood incestuous stains,
Re-dyed later by a foul, vengeful wife!
The whole to verify a priest’s surmise,
Prove privity with Heav’n in vulgar eyes!
No matter how Gods’ credit was abused,
Or sweet innocence sacrificed to lies.