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Woe's me!—by a woman-slave o'ercome, meseems,

'Neath vengeance of the viler must I bow!

Is it not just, if thou hast vileness wrought?

Woe for my babes and for mine eyes!—ah wretch!

Griev'st thou?—and I?—dost deem my son's loss sweet?

Thou joyest triumphing over me, thou fiend!

Should I not joy for vengeance upon thee?

Ah, soon thou shalt not, when the outsea surge—

Shall bear me to the coasts of Hellas-land?

Nay, but shall whelm thee fallen from the mast.

Yea?—forced of whom to take the leap of death?