Warrior. Take it—death!
Thou single confine of all men's corruption,
Die—die—and poison ghosts in hell!
[Flames issue from Phillistus' house. Servants rush out, shrieking]
Phil. [Half rising and looking at the flames] My house
In flames! Thanks, gods, for this! Proud mistress, burn
Behind your bars, and to your black remains
Be your Ocrastes welcome!
Warrior. Aid me, Heaven!
[Rushes into house]