Now, dismal yellings heard, strange spectre seen, Confound as much the monarch as the queen. In vain to quit the palace they prepared, Tisiphone was there, and kept the ward. She wide extended her unfriendly arms, And all the fury lavish’d all her harms, Part of her tresses loudly hiss, and part Spread poison, as their forky tongues they dart: Then from her middle locks two snakes she drew, Whose merit from superior mischief grew: The envenom’d ruin, thrown with spiteful care, Clung to the bosoms of the hapless pair. The hapless pair soon with wild thoughts were fired, And madness by a thousand ways inspired. ’Tis true, the unwounded body still was sound, But ’twas the soul which felt the deadly wound. Nor did the unsated monster here give o’er, But dealt of plagues a fresh unnumber’d store. Each baneful juice too well she understood, Foam churn’d by Cerberus, and Hydra’s blood. Hot hemlock and cold aconite she chose, Delighted in variety of woes. Whatever can untune the harmonious soul, And its mild reas’ning faculties control,