Who having in his bath
Tended thy spouse, thy lord, then ... How tell the rest?
For quick it comes, and hand is following hand,
Stretched out to strike the blow.
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Chor. Still I discern not; after words so dark
I am perplexed with thy dim oracles.
Strophe V
Cass. Ah, horror, horror! What is this I see?
Is it a snare of Hell?