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Ah, woe is me! where shall I fly, where find

Succour from gods or men?

What would’st thou, stranger?

I meddle not with him, but her who is mine.

O princes of the land!

Sir, thou dost wrong.

Nay, right.

How right?

I take but what is mine.

Help, Athens!

What means this, sirrah? quick unhand her, or

We’ll fight it out.

Back!

Not till thou forbear.

’Tis war with Thebes if I am touched or harmed.

Did I not warn thee?

Quick, unhand the maid! 227