[Exit Methone]
Even now you're mine.
Ocrastes! Ha! Her last word was his name.
I'll turn this crook of fortune to account,
And make a god of accident.
The. [Reviving] O! O!
Misfortune makes my heart her sanctuary.
So many woes take shelter there.
Phil. One woe
You have escaped. Ocrastes' wicked love.