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In Argos now, I guess;

But goes to join her husband, ere the press

Of the feast.

Why goeth not my mother straight

Forth at her husband's side?

She fain will wait

Until the gathered country-folk be gone.

Enough! She knows what eyes are turned upon

Her passings in the land!

Aye, all men hate

The unholy woman.

How then can I set

My snare for wife and husband in one breath?

Hold! It is I must work our mother's death.

If that be done, I think the other deed

Fortune will guide.