VII.

Salustian deeply groaned:--“Would I had died, Would Heaven that I had died this fatal hour! Where are my girls--my girls? Oh God,” he cried, “One dashed to pieces--in the villains’ power The other--Slay me! Hellhounds, all devour That owns me. Slay me! Oh, in mercy slay. Yet I’ll not leave my daughter sweet, my flower Of Beauty in their claws. Kites, Kites, I say, Where, hellkites, is my girl? My sword your lust shall stay?”