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Strike her as she struck

Our father!

Phoebus, God, was all thy mind

Turned unto darkness?

If thy God be blind,

Shalt thou have light?

Thou, thou, didst bid me kill

My mother: which is sin.

How brings it ill

To thee, to raise our father from the dust?

I was a clean man once. Shall I be thrust

From men's sight, blotted with her blood?

Thy blot

Is black as death if him thou succour not!

Who shall do judgment on me, when she dies?