Chorus: Oh, horrid deed!
Messenger: What! horrid call ye that?
If only there the course of crime had stopped,
'Twould pious seem.745
Chorus: What more atrocious crime,
What greater sin could human heart conceive?
Messenger: And do ye think his crime was ended here?
'Twas just begun.
Chorus: What further could there be?
Perchance he threw the corpses to be torn