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Thou shalt find many pleas—a woman thou.

'Twere peril: keen watch keeps Hermionê.

Lo there!—thy friends in woe dost thou renounce.

No—no! Cast thou no such reproach on me!

Lo, I will go. What matter is the life

Of a bondwoman, though I light on death?

Go then: and I to heaven will lengthen out

My lamentations and my moans and tears,

Wherein I am ever whelmed.

'Tis in the heart

Of woman with a mournful pleasure aye

To bear on lip and tongue her present ills.

Not one have I, but many an one to moan—

The city of my fathers, Hector slain,

The ruthless lot whereunto I am yoked,

Who fell on thraldom's day unmerited,

Never may'st thou call any mortal blest,

Or ever thou hast seen his dying day,

Seen how he passed therethrough and came on death.

No bride was the Helen with whom unto steep-built Ilium hasted