ALTHAEA.

Our time is come upon us: it is here.


CHORUS.

O miserable, and spoiled at thine own hand.


ALTHAEA.

Wert thou not called Meleager from this womb?


CHORUS.

A grievous huntsman hath it bred to thee.


ALTHAEA.

Wert thou born fire, and shalt thou not devour?


CHORUS.

The fire thou madest, will it consume even thee?