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Sooth, 'twas no hand of mine that murdered them.

Nay, but thine insolence and thy new-forged bonds.

How, claim the right for wedlock's sake to slay them!

A light affliction count'st thou this to woman?

So she be wise:—in thy sight nought were good.

These live no more: this, this shall cut thine heart!

They live—ah me!—avengers on thine head.

The Gods know who began this misery.

Yea, verily, thy spirit abhorred they know.

Abhorred art thou: I loathe thy bitter tongue.

And I thine:—yet were mutual riddance easy.