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CHORUS.

Have pity upon all people for their sake.

ALTHÆA.

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

CHORUS.

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

ALTHÆA.

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

CHORUS.

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

ALTHÆA.

Woe, woe for him that breaketh; and a rod

Smote it of old, and now the axe is here.

CHORUS.

Not as with sundering of the earth

Nor as with cleaving of the sea
Nor fierce foreshadowings of a birth
Nor flying dreams of death to be
Nor loosening of the large world's girth