FURIA. The dead need have no fear. Have you forgotten--
You took my corpse and brought it from the grave?

CURIUS. Again those terrifying words! Oh, hear me;--
Come to your senses,--come with me away!

[He tries to seize her hand.]

FURIA. [Thrusts him wildly back.]
You reckless fool,--do you not shrink with fear
Before this child of death, but risen up
A fleeting moment from the underworld?

CURIUS. Before you now I fear. And yet this fear,
This strange, mysterious dread, is my delight.

FURIA. What would you me? In vain is all your pleading.
I'm of the grave, and yonder is my home;--
With dawn's approach I must again be speeding
Back to the vale of shadows whence I come.
You doubt me,--do not think that I have sat
Among the pallid shades in Pluto's hall?
I tell you, I was even now below,--
Beyond the river and the gloomy marshes.

CURIUS. Then lead me there!

FURIA. You?