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104 In attire as a bride in the presence of phantoms from Hades uprisen;

In such dread gin shall her feet be ta'en:

In the weird of death shall the hapless be whelmed, and from Doom's dark prison

Shall she steal forth never again.

And thou, wretch, bridegroom accurst, who art fain of a princely alliance,

Blasting thou bringest—unknowing, unthinking!—

Of life on thy sons, and thy bride shall to foul death plight her affiance.

How far from thy fortune of old art thou sinking!

And amidst my lamentings I mourn for thine anguish, O hapless mother

Of children, who makest thee ready to slaughter

Thy babes, to avenge thee on him who would lawlessly wed with another,

Would forsake thee to dwell with a prince's daughter.

Enter Children's Guardian, with Children.

Mistress, remission for thy sons of exile!

Thy gift the princess-bride with joy received

In hand; and there is peace unto thy sons.