Até’s insufferable child that schemesTreason beforehand: and all cure is vain.It is not hidden: out it glares again,A light dread-lamping-mischief, just as gleamsThe badness of the bronze;Through rubbing, puttings to the touch,Black-clotted is he, judged at once.He seeks — the boy — a flying bird to clutch,The insufferable brandSetting upon the city of his landWhereof not any god hears prayer;While him who brought about such evils there,That unjust man, the god in grapple throws.Such an one, Paris goesWithin the Atreidai’s house —Shamed the guest’s board by robbery of the spouse.