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Rh : Was he so called before thou wert a widow?


 * What sayest thou?


 * Do not kill thyself! Foes do not torment the dead.


 * What shall I do, miserable, with my little children?


 * Mother, mother, mother!

(wandering among the fires): Happy the womb that did not bear; happy the breast that gave not suck. Hey! rejoice not, Babylonian woman! Hey! be not glad, mother of vipers’ sons!

(whispers to her companion, pointing at the mad woman) : ’Tis from the time her child was killed in Jerusalem.


 * How terrible!


 * And I saw it with my own eyes, how the soldier seized her boy by his feet and struck at


 * Be silent!

(under the willows): For our fathers’ sin the Lord took from us the temple; for our ancestors' dishonour He took away His church.