— Hard to be sent outside — of sister Furies:They hymn their hymn — within the house close sitting —The first beginning curse: in turn spit forth atThe Brother’s bed, to him who spurned it hostile.Have I missed aught, or hit I like a bowman?False prophet am I, — knock at doors, a babbler?Henceforward witness, swearing now, I know notBy other’s word the old sins of this household!