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Nought reck I, seeing thou hast felt my vengeance.

Yea, and thy child Kassandra too must die.

A scorn and spitting!—back on thee I hurl it.

Slay her shall this king's wife, a houseward grim.

Never so mad may Tyndareus' daughter be!

Yea—slay him too, upswinging high the axe.

Ho, fellow, ravest thou? Dost court thy bane?

Slay on: a bath of blood in Argos waits thee.

Haste, henchmen, hale him from my sight perforce.

Art galled to hear?

Set curb upon his mouth!