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Steel-hard thou ever wast and stout of heart.

Why, him our plainings physic not! and thou,

Lose not thy labour on what helps nowise.

Woe worth the cursèd cunning of these hands!

Why curse thy craft? that, surely, to plain thinking

Is innocent altogether of this coil.

Well, would some other had gotten it, not I!

Save the supreme arbitrament of heaven,

All things bear trouble: none but Zeus is free.