Chorus
The evil is no longer escapable; [785] my heart is darkened and trembling; the look-out my father held has brought me ruin. I am undone with terror. Rather would I meet my doom in a noose [790] than suffer the embraces of a man I loathe. Death before that, with Hades for my lord and master!
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