Seneca, Hercules Furens 569 ff
Orpheus had power to bend the ruthless Lords of the Shades by song and suppliant prayer, when he sought back his Eurydice. The art which had drawn the trees and birds and rocks, which had stayed the course of rivers, at whose sound the beasts had stopped to listen, soothes the underworld with unaccustomed strains, and rings out clearer in those unhearing realms.
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Eurydice the Thracian brides bewail; even the gods, whom no tears can move, bewail her; and the Erinyes who with awful brows investigate men’s crimes and sift out ancient wrongs, as they sit in judgment bewail Eurydice.
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