“For one, most brutal of the brutal brood, Or whether wine or beauty fired his blood, Or both at once, beheld with joyful eyes The bride, at once resolved to make his prize. Down went the board; and, fastening on her hair, He seized with sudden force the frighted fair. ’Twas Eurytus began: his bestial kind His crime pursued; and each, as pleased his mind, Or her whom chance presented, took: the feast An image of a taken town express’d.

“The cave resounds with female shrieks; we rise, Mad with revenge, to make a swift reprise: And Theseus first: ‘What frenzy has possess’d, Oh Eurytus,’ he cried, ‘thy brutal breast, To wrong Pirithous, and not him alone, But while I live, two friends conjoin’d in one?’