In easy outflow,—I this eye may close up!

Cho. O much unhappy, but, again, much learned

Woman, long hast thou outstretched! But if truly

Thou knowest thine own fate, how comes that, like to

A god-led steer, to altar bold thou treadest?

Kas. There 's no avoidance,—strangers, no! Some time more!

Cho.. He last is, anyhow, by time advantaged.

Kas. It comes, the day: I shall by flight gain little.

Cho. But know thou patient art from thy brave spirit!

Kas. Such things hears no one of the happy-fortuned.