Their hated footprint. Let them labour,
With wrath-spitting seas confronted:
By the wild storm wintry-beating,
Thunder-crashing, lightning flashing,
By the tyrannous blast shower-laden
Let them perish, ere they mount
Marriage beds which right refuses,[n5]
Us, their father’s brother’s daughters
To their lawless yoke enthralling!
[The Chorus assemble in a band round the centre of the Orchestra, and sing the Choral Hymn.