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Cast out? I sent thee to a war-friend's Hall.

A free man's heir, ye sold me like a thrall.

If thou wast sold, where is the price I got?

The price! For very shame I speak it not.

Speak. But tell, too, thy father's harlotries.

Judge not the toiler, thou who sitt'st at ease!

A woman starves with no man near, my son.

Her man's toil wins her bread when he is gone.

To kill thy mother, Child: is that thy will?

I kill thee not: thyself it is doth kill.

A mother hath her Watchers: think and quail!