Bounden in Styx, that god-affront so heinous
There’s none would even dare it on a slave-girl
The meanest of my train, falls on myself
Sanctioned by you like a god-fearing deed?
[Enter Hero.
Hero.
The King!
Rhod.
So soon? ’Tis death that comes with him!
Then good; it palls me in the night of nights