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Go, mother-murderer! Call the dead to save!

Two stains of death lay mingled on her hand.

How two? Let these who judge thee understand.

A husband and a father, both, she slew.

And death hath purged her. Shalt not thou die too?

Ye never hunted her, for all her stain.

'Twas not one blood in slayer and in slain.

And are my mother's blood and my blood one?

How did she feed thee else beneath her zone?

Caitiff! Thy mother's blood wilt thou deny?