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Fear not: on the eyes of thy son yet broodeth the night.

Beware—O beware!
Not death do I shun, for a crown of the ills that I bear—
Wretch that I am!—but if me, if his father, he kill,
To his load of ill shall he add fresh ill,
And to heap up his debt to the Furies the blood of a kinsman shall spill.

Then shouldst thou have died, when thou wentest forth to requite
The blood of the kin of thy wife on the Taphians, to smite
Their city enringed with the surf-crests white. 1080

Flee, ancients! Afar from the dwelling flee!
From his frenzy of fury O hasten ye,
For he waketh from sleep!
Full soon on the deaths he hath wrought fresh deaths shall he heap,
Through the city of Kadmus storming in awful revelry.