ALTHAEA.

Fear died when these were slain; and I am as dead,
And fear is of the living; these fear none.


CHORUS.

Have pity upon all people for their sake.


ALTHAEA.

It is done now, shall I put back my day?


CHORUS.

An end is come, an end; this is of God.


ALTHAEA.

I am fire, and burn myself, keep clear of fire.


CHORUS.

The house is broken, is broken; it shall not stand.