She cannot live, ay and she wills it not!
Has this for him alone no force, or will he
Slay the Accursed stealthily in hopes
Still to encloak from me his damned act?
Be thanked, Eternal Ones, that too may be.
If Karna then should find him flown and dead,
Should find the poniard cold in his hot breast,
I’ll know whose hand it was that struck him earthwards
And nevermore shall ask where Gyges tarried.
[Enter Lesbia.