Theodora. For he was fill’d with hate and love;
And where his love fell, fell his hate also,
Like thunder blasting that it kisses.
Ostyn. Like thunder blasting that it kisses.Mighty,
His people groan’d beneath him; for he slew
A pathway to his passions.
Theodora. A pathway to his passions.My lord he slew,
Beloved; my children, for I scorn’d him.
Ostyn. Beloved; my children, for I scorn’d him.Herself,
Like that dark angel leaping down from heaven,