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Yet—do he what extremes he may—

He cannot crush my life away!

Such are the counsels, such the strain,

Heard from wild lips and frenzied brain!

In word or thought, how fails his fate

Of madness wild and desperate?

(To the )

But ye, who stand compassionate

Here at his side, depart in haste!

Lest of his penalty ye taste,

And shattered brain and reason feel

The roaring, ruthless thunder-peal!

Out on thee! if thy heart be fain

I should obey thee, change thy strain!

Vile is thine hinted cowardice,

And loathed of me thy base advice,

Weakly to shrink from pain!

Nay, at his side, whate'er befall,

I will abide, endure it all!

Among all things abhorr'd, accurst,

I hold betrayers for the worst!

Nay, ye are warned! remember well—

Nor cry, when meshed in nets of hell,

Ah cruel fate, ah Zeus unkind—

Thus, by a sentence undivined,

To dash us to the realms below!

It is no sudden, secret blow—

Nay, ye achieve your proper woe—