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The spectres of Madness and Iris appear from above. The Chorus sees them.
 —Ha! see there, my old comrades! is the same wild panic fallen on us all; what phantom is this I see hovering over the house? —Fly, fly, bestir your tardy steps! begone! away!  —O savior prince, avert calamity from me!