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The Procession of Prisoners.

Bones racked and riven, flesh seared to a coal,
          He shall make whole!

The Procession of Apollo.

Gladsome to bask in the light-sea that laves us!

The Procession of Prisoners.

Blissful to writhe in the blood-death that saves us!


[The processions pass each other during the singing. The crowd in the market-place looks on in dull silence.


SCENE THIRD.


The sacred grove around the temple of Apollo. The portico, supported by columns, and approached by a broad flight of steps, is seen among the trees in the background, on the left.

A number of people are rushing about in the grove with loud cries of terror. Far away is heard the music of the procession.


Women.

Mercy! The earth is quaking again!

A Man in Flight.

Oh horror! Thunder beneath our feet——!

Another Man.

Was it indeed so? Was it the earth that shook?