their hands full of the meat of their own flesh; they are clear to my sight, holding their vitals and their inward parts (piteous burden!), which their father tasted. For this cause I tell you that a strengthless lion, wallowing in his bed, plots vengeance,a watchman waiting (ah me!) for my master’s coming home—yes, my master, for I must bear the yoke of slavery. The commander of the fleet and the overthrower of Ilium little knows what deeds shall be brought to evil accomplishment by the hateful hound, whose tongue licked his hand, who stretched forth her ears in gladness,like treacherous Ate. Such boldness has she, a woman to slay a man. What odious monster shall I fitly call her? An AmphisbaenaAmphisbaena, a fabulous snake moving both ways, backwards and forwards. Tennyson’s an amphisbaena, each end a sting, reproduces Pliny’s description.? Or a Scylla, tenanting the rocks, a pest to mariners,