To burst the tightening bonds that gird her round.
[Under the stage they make a noise with a barrel full of stones, and discharge a rocket.
Second Priest.
Didst thou not hear a noise, my friend, or see
That flaming bolt which passed with angry flight,
In speedy answer to thy prophecy?
First Priest.
I stand appalled; I quake with very fright;
What fearful signs are hovering in the sky,
Foreboding bitter end, disastrous fight!