... Affection on my track shall ache to death,
Friendship in blood lie mute, and love I'll tear
From its high heaven to plunge like Ate's coals
On Pluto's fire! [Exit]
Phil. [Comes forward and revives Theano]
Sweet girl, he's gone.
The. [Rising] Where is he?
Phil. He'll trouble thee no more.
The. Heat me the irons!