and essayed a forbidden union: all dared some monstrous
crime, and enjoyed their daring. No; had I even a hundred
tongues, and a hundred mouths, and lungs of iron,
not then could I embrace all the types of crime, or rehearse 10
the whole muster-roll of vengeance.”
So spoke Apollo’s aged priestess; and then resuming:
“But come,” she cries, “speed on your way, and fulfil
the duty you have essayed: quicken we our pace. I see
the walls which the Cyclopian forge raised in air, and the 15
arched gates confronting us, where sacred rule bids us