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I knew but one: yet her kind destiny,

Which seemed to us so terrible, betimes

Removed an elder sister from the woe

Which o'er the house of Pelops aye impends.

O cease thy questions, nor thus league thyself

With the Erinnys; still they blow away,

With fiendish joy, the ashes from my soul,

Lest the last embers of the fiery brand

The fatal heritage of Pelops' house,

Should there be quenched. Must then the fire for aye,

Deliberately kindled and supplied

With hellish sulphur, sear my tortured soul!