That so with no fierce spasm, while the blood
Flows in calm death, I then may close mine eyes.
[Goes towards the door of the palace
Chor. O thou most wretched, yet again most wise:
Long hast thou spoken, lady, but if well
Thou know'st thy doom, why to the altar go'st thou,
Like heifer driven of God, so confidently?[[373]]
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Cass. For me, my friends, there is no time to 'scape.[[374]]
Chor. Yea; but he gains in time who comes the last.