From the deep stain of blood. Didst hear the sounds
I’ the air last night!
2d Cit. Since the great work of slaughter,
Who hath not heard them duly at those hours
Which should be silent?
3d Cit. Oh! the fearful mingling,
The terrible mimicry of human voices,
In every sound, which to the heart doth speak
Of woe and death.
2d Cit. Ay, there was woman’s shrill