harrow up both our souls by your reproaches: my quest 10
of Italy is not of my own motion.”
Long ere he had done this speech she was glaring at him
askance, rolling her eyes this way and that, and scanning
the whole man with her silent glances, and thus she bursts
forth all ablaze:—“No goddess was mother of yours, no 15
Dardanus the head of your line, perfidious wretch!—no,
your parent was Caucasus, rugged and craggy, and
Hyrcanian tigresses put their breasts to your lips. For
why should I suppress aught? or for what worse evil hold