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Ah, gods, what ever does she meditate?

What this new anguish great?

Great in the house here she meditates ill

Such as friends cannot bear, cannot cure it: and still

Off stands all Resistance

Afar in the distance!

Of these I witless am—these prophesyings.

But those I knew: for the whole city bruits them.

Ah, unhappy one, this thou consummatest?

Thy husband, thy bed's common guest,