Chorus
But if death and the eager attempts of my mistress go unfulfilled, and occasion for daring, where there is now hope, is absent, a god will thrust a sharp sword or [1065] hang a noose around her neck; by sorrow making an end to sorrow, she will go to other forms of life. For never while she is alive would she endure [1070] strangers ruling her home, in the bright rays, she who is born from a noble house.