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These sons, ye Gods! who with flagitious pride,Insult my darkness, and my groans deride.Art thou a father, unregarding Jove!And sleeps thy thunder in the realms above?Thou Fury, then, some lading curse entail,Which o'er their childrens children shall prevail:Place on their heads that crown distain'd with gore,Which these dire hands from my slain father tore;Go, and a parent's heavy curses bear;Break all the bonds of nature, and prepareTheir kindred souls to mutual hate and war.Give them to dare, what I might wish to see,Blind as I am, some glorious villany!Soon shalt thou find, if thou but arm their hands,Their ready guilt preventing thy commands:Could'st thou some great, proportion'd mischief frame,They'd prove the father from whose loins they came.The fury heard, while on Cocytus' brinkHer snakes, unty'd, sulphureous waters drink;

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