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I only might, if one should loose my hands;

None else.

Nay, who is he shall loose thee, maugre

The will of Zeus?

One of thy body sprung

Must be the looser.

Ah! what word is this?

My son, thou say'st, shall lift thy burden from thee?

Let generations ten go by: thereto

Add other three.

The rede oracular

Grows darker, hard to construe.