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Pass full in view at hour of sacrifice.

Hard by the highway be his lands, I trow.

Thence shall he see, and bid thee to the feast.

A bitter fellow-feaster, heaven to help!

Thereafter thou take thought, as fortune falls.

Well hast thou said. My mother—where is she?

In Argos, yet shall soon attend the feast.

Why went not forth my mother with her lord?

Fearing the people's taunts there tarried she.

Yea—knowing how men look askance on her.

Even so; a woman for her crimes abhorred.