The shouts, the trampling feet, renew for me
A sacrifice I thought to make no more.
The Bailiff. Drag her yet nigher.
The Crowd. She is welcome!
A Woman. See:
Her knees are white; the gold hair brushes them;
The glimmering breastplate, in the breaking dark,
Shows comely.
A Voice.Take it off!
Theodora. Not so; not yet.