What place is this that knows such hideous crime?
Chorus: But tell thy tidings, whatsoe'er they be.
Messenger: When I my scattered senses gather up,
And horrid fear lets go its numbing hold
Upon my limbs. Oh, but I see it still,
The ghastly picture of that dreadful deed!635
Oh, come, ye whirlwinds wild, and bear me far,
Far distant, where the vanished day is borne.
Chorus: Thou hold'st our minds in dire uncertainty.
Speak out and tell us what this horror is,