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Cannot thy hungry jealousy hold its peace?

Why? Stands not this right first with women ever?

With whom it is for honour: else, 'tis shame.

We live not under laws barbaric here.

There, even as here, the foul deed brings disgrace.

Keen-witted! keen!—yet shalt thou surely die.

Seest thou the eye of Thetis turned on thee?

In hate of thy land for Achilles' blood.

Helen slew him, not I; thy mother—thine!

And wilt thou dare yet deeper prick mine hurt?

Lo, I am silent, and I curb my mouth.