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?
