As thanks for our butchered cows and bulls, you drive the faultless Harpies from their homeland? 250 Then hear my words and fix them deep inside your heart. The mighty Father told Apollo this, and he told me, and I, the greatest Fury, now tell you. You sail for Italy, summoning the winds: you’ll reach her and her ports will open to you. But you won’t set walls around your fated city until wrenching hunger and your harm to us will have your jaws gnawing your very tables.’*
speaking threat to power
