at the end of the second, with more spirit, she sung,
"From a brother's hand the ball have sped."
The third time she chanted, in a still more excited manner, while she danced about the caldron,
"And a brother's heart the ball have bled."
As she ended her third sibylline circuit around the fire, she turned to the slave and said,
"Is such this lead? Swear by thy head!"
"It is," he responded, crossing his clasped hands across his forehead, and prostrating himself to the ground.
"'Tis well.
"Fire and water, perform thy task, A charmed life a mortal asks."