(_wildly_) Heavens! oh, Heavens! What shall I do now when assistants and friends desert me? By the Lord, that villain shall never make game of me and escape, whoever he is! I’ll go straight to the king this moment and tell him all as it happened. I swear I’ll have my revenge this day on that Thessalian sorcerer who has turned the wits of my household topsy-turvy. (_looking around_) Where is he, though? Good God! He’s gone inside--to my wife, no doubt! qui me Thebis alter vivit miserior? quid nunc agam? quem omnes mortales ignorant et ludificant ut lubet. certumst, intro rumpam in aedis: ubi quemque hominem aspexero, si ancillam seu servom sive uxorem sive adulterum seu patrem sive avom videbo, obtruncabo in aedibus. 1050 neque me Iuppiter neque di omnes id prohibebunt, si volent, quin sic faciam ut constitui. pergam in aedis nunciam. Oh, of all miserable men in Thebes! What shall I do now? Disowned and humbugged by every mortal soul to suit their humour! (_pause_) My mind’s made up--I’ll burst into the house, and every human creature there I set my eyes on, maid or man, wife or paramour, father or grandfather, I’ll cut them down in my halls! And not the will of Jupiter and all the gods shall stop my doing as I’ve determined! I’ll in this minute! (_he rushes toward door: a peal of thunder: he falls to ground motionless_) ACTVS V ACT V (_Half an hour has elapsed._) ENTER _Bromia_ FROM HOUSE, IN A PANIC. _Brom._ Spes atque opes vitae meae iacent sepultae in pectore, neque ullast confidentia iam in corde, quin amiserim; ita mihi videntur omnia, mare terra caelum, consequi, iam ut opprimar, ut enicer. me miseram, quid agam nescio. Oh, my hopes and chances of getting out of this alive are dead and buried inside of me! There’s not a thing left to keep my courage up now! The way everything--sea, land, sky-- does seem set on crushing me, killing me off this instant! Oh dear, oh dear! What to do I don’t know. ita tanta mira in aedibus sunt facta. vae miserae mihi, animo malest, aquam velim. corrupta sum atque absumpta sum. caput dolet, neque audio, nec oculis prospicio satis, nec me miserior femina est neque ulla videatur magis. 1060 Such amazing things as did happen in there! Oh, poor me! I feel faint. Oh, for some water! I’m a wreck, I’m all done up. My head’s splitting, and I can’t hear or see right, either. There isn’t a wretcheder woman on earth, or one that could seem so, either.