come forth sons of the curse

Mean time the other sons of Tiriel ran around their father

Confounded at the terrible strength of Ijim they knew twas vain

70  Both spear & shield were useless & the coat of iron mail

When Ijim stretchd his mighty arm. the arrow from his limbs

Rebounded & the piercing sword broke on his naked [limbs] flesh

[Then Ijim said Lotho. Clithyma. Makuth fetch your father

Why do you stand confounded thus. Heuxos why art thou silent

O noble Ijim thou hast brought our father to(the gates) our eyes

That we may tremble & repent before thy mighty knees

O we are but the slaves of Fortune. & that most cruel man

Desires our deaths. O Ijim (tis one whose aged tongue)

(Decieve the noble & xxxx) if the eloquent voice of Tiriel

Hath workd our ruin we submit nor strive against stern fate

He spoke & kneeld upon his knee. Then Ijim on the pavement

Set aged Tiriel. in deep thought whether these things were so]

Then is it true Heuxos that thou hast turnd thy aged parent

To be the sport of wintry winds. (said Ijim) is this true

It is a lie & I am [torn] like the tree torn by the wind

Thou eyeless fiend. & you dissemblers. Is this Tiriels house

It is as false [as] Matha. & as dark as vacant Orcus

Escape ye fiends for Ijim will not lift his hand against ye

So saying. Ijim gloomy turnd his back & silent sought

90  The [gloom] secret forests & all night wanderd in desolate ways

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And aged Tiriel stood & said where does the thunder sleep

Where doth he hide his terrible head & his swift & fiery daughters

Where do they shroud their fiery wings & the terrors of their hair

Earth thus I stamp thy bosom rouse the earthquake from his den

[Display thy] To raise his dark & burning visage thro the cleaving [world] ground

To thrust these towers with his shoulders. let his fiery dogs

Rise from the center belching flames & roarings. dark smoke

Where art thou Pestilence that bathest in fogs & standing lakes

Rise up thy sluggish limbs. & let the loathsomest of poisons

10  Drop from thy garments as thou walkest. wrapt in yellow

clouds

Here take thy seat. in this wide court. let it be strown with dead

And sit & smile upon these cursed sons of Tiriel

Thunder & fire & pestilence. here you not Tiriels curse

He ceast the heavy clouds confusd rolld round the lofty towers

Discharging their enormous voices. at the fathers curse

The earth trembled fires belched from the yawning clefts

And when the shaking ceast a fog possest the accursed clime

The cry was great in Tiriels palace his five daughters ran

And caught him by the garments weeping with cries of bitter woe

20  Aye now you feel the curse you cry. but may all ears be deaf

As Tiriels & all eyes as blind as Tiriels to your woes

May never stars shine on your roofs may never sun nor moon

Visit you but eternal fogs hover around your walls

Hela my youngest daughter you shall lead me from this place

And let the curse fall on the rest & wrap them up together

He ceast & Hela led her father from the noisom place

In haste they fled while all the sons & daughters of Tiriel

Chaind in thick darkness utterd cries of mourning all the night

And in the morning Lo an hundred men in ghastly death

30  The four daughters [& all the children in their silent beds]

stretchd on the marble pavement silent all

[And] falln by the pestilence the rest moped round in [ghastly] guilty fears

And all the children in their beds were cut off in one night

Thirty of Tiriels sons remaind. to wither in the palace

Desolate. Loathed. Dumb Astonishd waiting for black death

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And Hela led her father thro the silent of the night

Astonishd silent. till the morning beams began to spring

Now Hela I can go with pleasure & dwell with Har & Heva

Now that the curse shall clean devour all those guilty sons

This is the right & ready way I know it by the sound

That our feet make. Remember Hela I have savd thee from death

Then be obedient to thy father for the curse is taken off thee

I dwelt with Myratana five years in the desolate rock

And all that time we waited for the fire to fall from heaven

10  Or for the torrents of the sea to overwhelm you all

But now my wife is dead & all the time of grace is past

You see the parents curse. Now lead me where I have commanded

O Leagued with evil spirits thou accursed man of sin

True I was born thy [child] slave who askd thee to save me from death –

Twas for thy self thou cruel man because thou wantest eyes

True Hela this is the desert of all those cruel ones

Is Tiriel cruel look. his daughter & his youngest daughter

Laughs at affection glories in rebellion.