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Ah me!

I prithee yield.

Ah me!

Grant my request, I granted all to thee.

Know then I suffered ills most vile, but none

(So help me Heaven!) from acts in malice done.

Say how.

The State around

An all unwitting bridegroom bound

An impious marriage chain;

That was my bane.

Did’st thou in sooth then share

A bed incestuous with her that bare—

It stabs me like a sword,

That two-edged word,

O stranger, but these maids—my own—

Say on.

Two daughters, curses twain. 197