SECOND CHORISTER
From thy ancestral tree springs many a monster forth.
PHORKYAS
To Orcus hence, away! Seek thou thy kindred there!
THIRD CHORISTER
Who yonder dwell, in sooth, for thee are far too young.
PHORKYAS
Tiresias, the hoary, go, make love to him!
FOURTH CHORISTER
Orion's nurse of old, was thy great-grand-daughter.