"Already it was night, and the bridal chamber was being made ready; and those whose duty it was arrived to escort Anthia. She went out in tears against her will, hiding the potion in her hand; and as she approached the bridal chamber, the household struck up the bridal song. But Anthia wept and wailed: “This is how I was once led to my bride-groom; the fire of love was our escort, and the wedding song was being sung for a happy marriage. But now what will you do, Anthia? Will you wrong Habrocomes, your husband, your loved one, who died for your sake? I am not so weak or cowardly in adversity. My mind is made up: I must drink the poison; Habrocomes must be my only husband; I want only him, even if he is dead.”"