All: Behold a third great storm made wild By winds of wrath within the race, Hath shook this castle from its place. The ravin of the murdered child First broke Thyestes in his pride: Second, a warrior and a King, Chief of Achaia’s warfaring, Was smitten in the bath and died. And Third, this Saviour or this last Doom from the deep. What end shall fall, Or peace, or death outsweeping all, When night comes and the Wrath is past? Exeunt.
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