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O daughter!—Then, indeed, shall he,

I promise, never more be harsh to thee!

He lieth in my house, as 'twere his own.

'Tis that hath made him proud.

Nay, art thou flown

To strife again so quick, child?

Well; I say

No more; long have I feared him, and alway

Shall fear him, even as now!

Nay, daughter, peace!

It bringeth little profit, speech like this

Why didst thou call me hither?

It reached thee,

My word that a man-child is born to me?

Do thou make offering for me—for the rite

I know not—as is meet on the tenth night.

I cannot; I have borne no child till now.

Who tended thee? 'Tis she should make the vow.