_The Fury:_ Then fix this thirst, This maddening thirst in all thy kindred here; So, e'en as thou, may they be driven on To quench their thirst each in the others' blood. But lo, thy house perceives thy near approach, And shrinks in horror from thy loathsome touch. But now enough. Do thou go back again 105 To thine infernal caves and 'customed stream; For here the sad earth groans beneath thy feet. Dost thou not see how, driven far within, The waters flee their springs? how river banks Are empty, and the fiery wind drives on The scattered clouds? The trees grow sickly pale, Their branches hang denuded of their fruits; 110 And where but late the Isthmus echoed back The loud resounding waters near at hand, Their neighboring waves by but a narrow span Dividing, now have all the waves withdrawn Far seaward, and their voice is faintly heard Upon the shore. Now Lerna backward shrinks, 115 The streams of Inachus have hidden away, The sacred Alpheus sends his waters forth No longer, and Cithaeron lifts no more Its hoary head, for all its snows are gone; While they who dwell in noble Argos fear Their ancient thirst again. E'en Titan's self Stands doubtful whether he shall bid his steeds 120 Run their accustomed course and bring the day, Foredoomed by thee to perish on the way. [_They vanish._] * * * * *