And mend the winds with utterance! But now
No time for sighs and groans. The tyrant's brow
Is hung with murder's cloud. I must be quick
Or lose the breath ties me to upper earth.
Action must take the vantage now of thought,
And reason follow after.
[Re-enter Theano, from palace]
The. I was long.
... She's better now, and quiet.
Oc. Better? Who?