What is there in her mind? What meaning lurks In speech begun but to be broken short?
Would both deceive me with a vain pretence?
Have they conspired to put me to the torture?
And yet, despite my stern severity, What plaintive voice cries deep within my heart?
A secret pity troubles and alarms me.
Oenone shall be questioned once again, I must have clearer light upon this crime.
Guards, bid Oenone come, and come alone.
