Great in the house here she meditates ill
Such as friends cannot bear, cannot cure it: and still
Off stands all Resistance
Afar in the distance!
Cho. Of these I witless am—these prophesyings.
But those I knew: for the whole city bruits them.
Kas. Ah, unhappy one, this thou consummatest?
Thy husband, thy bed's common guest,
In the bath having brightened.... How shall I declare
Consummation? It soon will be there: