What new thing wolf-like lurks behind thy words?
What snake's tongue in thy lips? what fire in the eyes?
MESSENGER.
Bring me before the queen and I will speak.
CHORUS.
Lo, she comes forth as from thank-offering made.
MESSENGER.
A barren offering for a bitter gift.
ALTHAEA.
What are these borne on branches, and the face
Covered? no mean men living, but now slain
Such honour have they, if any dwell with death.