Arise, grim Vengeance, and wash out my shame!
Ill-fated girl! A bloody Hymen waits thee!
[Rushes out.
1 Offi. His face is black with rage—his eyes flash fire;
I do not like this service.
2 Offi. No, nor I.
1 Offi. Heard you that shriek?—It thunders. By my soul,
I feel as if my blood were froze within me.
Speak to me. See he comes.