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Why dost thou stand confounded mid good hap?

Now wherefore turnest thou thy face away,

And dost not hear with gladness this my speech?

This cry is to the tidings not attuned.

Woe yet again!

Can I have brought ill hap

Unwitting—erred in deeming these glad tidings?

As they are, are thy tidings: thee I blame not.

Why down-drooped is thine eye? Why flow thy tears?

Needs must they, ancient; for these things the Gods

And I withal—O fool!—have ill contrived.

Fear not: thy children yet shall bring thee home.

Others ere then shall wretched I send home.