Serve also for their grave, as oft before.
[Here enters from under the stage a demon, from the middle of his body upwards, who seizes the lamb and carries it behind. He presently returns again, and scatters and disperses the fire and all the sacrifices.
But who hath snatched the victim from my hands?
Ye holy gods, what means this fearful thing?
What prodigies are raging in these lands?
Can nothing move your hearts, or pity bring?
Not the sad wailings of our wretched folk,
Or sweetness of the holy songs we sing?
Second Priest.
These rather seem their anger to provoke,