Part 9 (2/2)

GORGO

Husband and lover she saw fight, Man to man, with death between.

RHODOPE

Hatred coucht, as long and lean As a lone wolf, on her man's crest--

PASIPHa.s.sA

And bit the Trojan!

CHTHONOe

Thine was the rest, G.o.ddess! And Helen lit the fire, With her disdain, of his desire.

MYRTILLA

Her eyes burned like the frosty stars Of winter midnight.

PASIPHa.s.sA

His the scars!

Bitten in his wax-pale cheek.

CHTHONOe

Nay, in his heart----

SITYS

Nay, in his bleak And writhen smile you see it!

GORGO

Nay!

In his sick soul.

RHODOPE

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