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130 By Até's malice

Rendered insatiate!

Oh, oh,—

King, king, how shall I beweep thee?

From friendly soul what ever say?

Thou liest where webs of the spider o'ersweep thee;

In impious death, life breathing away.

O me—me!

This couch, not free!

By a slavish death subdued thou art,

From the hand, by the two-edged dart.

Thou boastest this deed to be mine:

But leave off styling me