Nau. Wilt smooth my hair? Nay, let it be as 'tis.
This way. Ah—now—[Falls back] O! Help me! Help;
Let go, ye furies!
The. Mother!
Meth. [Entering] Mistress! mistress!
Nau. 'Tis poison! poison! I am murdered. O!
My daughter—tell her—tell her—ah—Ocrastes——[Dies]
The. Have mercy, Heaven! O, Phillistus, help her!
[Faints. Phillistus holds her]
Phil. [To Methone] Go call your comrades here.