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What man is other? Dost thou learn but now

That each before his neighbour loves himself.

Some fairly, but some with the greed of gain?

As when, belike, for new espousals' sake

This father is no father to his sons.

Go in the house boys: all will yet be well.

Thou, to the utmost, keep them by themselves,

Nor bring them near their sorrow-frenzied mother.

For late I saw her with the roused bull's glare

View them as though she'd at them. And I trow

That she'll not bate her wrath till it have swooped

On some prey. Be it foe then and not friend!

Woe's me!

Forlorn that I am, borne down with despair!

Woe worth the while! If I might but die!

There, 'tis as I said, your mother, dear boys,

Is lashing her will, is lashing her wrath: