Osm. I'll punish him at leisure.
Call in the victims, to propitiate hell.
Grim. That's my kind master: I shall breakfast on them.
Grimbald goes to the Door, and re-enters with six Saxons in White, with Swords in their Hands. They range themselves, three and three, in opposition to each other. The rest of the Stage is filled with Priests and Singers.
ODE.
Woden, first to thee,
A milk-white steed, in battle won,
We have sacrificed.
Chor. We have sacrificed.