SORCERESS Our next Motion Must be to storme her Lover on the Ocean! From the ruin of others our pleasures we borrow, Elissa bleeds tonight, and Carthage flames tomorrow.
CHORUS Destruction's our delight Delight our greatest sorrow! Elissa dies tonight and Carthage flames tomorrow. [Jack of the the Lanthorn leads the Spaniards out of their way among the Enchantresses.]