In Hades housed shall boast to-day;
So slain by steel as he did slay.
STROPHE VIII.
Chorus.
I’m tossed with doubt, on no sure counsel grounded,
With fear confounded.
No drizzling drops, a red ensanguined shower,
Upon the crazy house, that was my tower,
Comes wildly sweeping,
On a new whetstone whets her blade the Fate
With eyes unweeping.