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 Thou diest. The word that shall not swerve is spoken.

But now if stay thou must, stay this one day;

Not so thou'lt compass any deed I dread.

Ah woman forlorn!

Alas for thee worn with thy miseries!

Where now wilt thou turn? with what sheltering host,

What country, what home, a haven for thee

From woes wilt thou find?

Since the god, Medea, hath guided thy way

Mid an issueless wave of woes.

On all sides woes are heaped: who shall deny it?

But it is not yet thus: believe it not.

Still waits there danger for the wedded pair,

And for the marriage-kinsfolk no light pangs.

For thinkest thou that ever I would thus

Have fawned on him wer't not to earn my vantage

And with a plot—no, not so much as spoken,

Not touched him with my hands. So he has reached