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.