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While I in a beggar's cot

On the wrecked hills, changing not,

Starve in my soul for food;

But our mother lieth wed

In another's arms, and blood

Is about her bed.

On all of Greece she wrought great jeopardy,

Thy mother's sister, Helen,—and on thee. [ and move out from their concealment;  comes forward:  beckons to two  and stays with them in the backgrouudbackground [sic].

Woe's me! No more of wailing! Women, flee!

Strange armèd men beside the dwelling there

Lie ambushed! They are rising from their lair.

Back by the road, all you. I will essay

The house; and may our good feet save us!

Stay,

Unhappy woman! Never fear my steel.

O bright Apollo! Mercy! See, I kneel;

Slay me not.