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Ha! how sweet to hear that opening note of his within the house; death is not far off him now. The prince cries out, wailing a prelude of death. Lycus
O kingdom of Cadmus, I am perishing by treachery! Chorus
 You were yourself for making others perish; endure your retribution; it is only the penalty of your own deeds you are paying. sung
Who was he, only a mortal, that aimed his silly saying at the blessed gods of heaven with impious blasphemy, maintaining that they are weaklings after all? spoken
 Old friends, our godless foe is now no more. The house is still; let us turn to the dance. Yes, for fortune smiles upon my friends as I desire.