Messenger: In equal doubt I stand;
And, though my eyes proclaim the dreadful deed is done,
I scarce can trust their witness.
Chorus: What the mode of death?
Messenger: Devouring flames consume the palace at the will885
Of her who sent them; there complete destruction reigns,
While men do tremble for the very city's doom.
Chorus: Let water quench the fire.
Messenger: Nay here is added wonder:
The copious streams of water feed the deadly flames;