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Tell me that thing for which I came to thee.

I say thou hast less wit than thou dost need.

Wilt leave this hallowed close of the Sea-goddess?

If I shall not die: else, I leave it never.

'Tis fixed: I wait not till my lord return.

Yet will I yield me not ere then to thee.

Fire will I bring: thy plea will I not heed,—

Kindle upon me!—this the Gods shall mark.

And to thy flesh bring anguish of dread wounds.

Hack, crimson her altar: she shall visit for it.