A newer, purer, must in her awaken,
The self-same sense that woke in Artemis
Before Actaeon’s scan, that must betray
To woman, as to goddess, what had passed.
I’ll flee not after murder in such mind.
Kan.
Murder—Nay, nay!
Gyges.
Who knows? The gods’ aversion
Is on polluted heads. Oh, what if now