1. Now o'er the one half-world nature seems dead and withered Murder, alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf whose howl's his watch. Thus with his stealthy pace, with Tarquin's ravishing strides towards his design moves like a ghost.

Et maintenant, sur cette moitié du monde, Nature semble morte... et Meurtre flétri, alerté par le loup, sa sentinelle... dont le hurlement annonce l'heure... furtivement, avec les enjambées de Tarquin le ravisseur... vers son objet, se glisse comme un fantôme.