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Fate gives this duty to a child of thine!

How? Shall a child of mine undo thy woes?

Yea, of thy lineage, thirteen times removed.

Dark beyond guessing grows thine oracle.

Yea—seek not therefore to foreknow thy woes.

As thou didst proffer hope, withdraw it not.

Two tales I have—choose! for I grant thee one.

And which be they? reveal, and leave me choice.

I grant it: shall I in all clearness show

Thy future woes, or my deliverance?