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 Hurry on faster then into the house;

Approach ye not near her within her sight;

Go not to greet her; rather keep watch and ward

Against her wild mood and the virulent bent

Of her ruthless mind.

Go, go, pass within, as you quickliest can.

It is plain to see that the cloud of grief,

Waxing and waxing since first it rose,

Will kindle ere long in stronger wrath.

And what will her passionate conquerless soul

Stung by such wrongs compass then?

Ah me! ah me!

I have endured, sad woman, endured

A burden for great laments. Cursed sons

Of a loathed mother die, ye and your sire,

And let all our house wane away!

Woe worth the while! Sad woman, ah me!

But why are the boys made part in the crime

Of their father? Why turn on them? Alas,

Boys, how I anguish lest you come to harm.