A serpent is devouring my entrails!
CALCHAS.
Alas, how am I mangled! And must my eyes be every day restored, to be torn again from my head?
DRUID.
Must my skin be renewed only to dangle in ribbons from my lacerated body?
TISIPHONE.
It will teach you how to palm off a miserable parasitical plant for a universal remedy another time. Will you still sacrifice boys and girls to your god Theutates, priest? still burn them in osier baskets to the sound of a drum?
DRUID.
Never, never; dear lady, a little mercy, I beseech you.
TISIPHONE.