my husband, now a corpse, the work of this right hand, a just workman. So stands the case. Chorus Woman, what poisonous herb nourished by the earth have you tasted, what potion drawn from the flowing sea, that you have taken upon yourself this maddened rage and the loud curses voiced by the public?You have cast him off; you have cut him off; and out from the land shall you be cast, a burden of hatred to your people.