But if the Fates deny the pardon on behalf of my bride, it is certain for me to be unwilling to return; you all rejoice with the death of 2." The bloodless souls were crying, Orpheus saying such, and the string moving to his words, nor Tantalus took hold of the fleeing wave, and he was astounded by Ixions wheel, nor the birds pecked at the liver, and the Beliades' emptied their urns, you sat on your stone, Sisyphus.