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This shall be of the things the state forbids.

Let me at least bind up his cruel wounds.

Thou shalt in no wise honour this dead man.

Belovèd! on thy lips this kiss at least—

Ruin thy marriage not by thy laments.

How! living shall I e'er wed son of thine?

Needs must thou. Whither from the couch wilt flee?

Me shall that night a Danaus' Daughter prove.

Dost mark how rails she in her recklessness?

Witness the steel—this sword whereby I swear.

Wherefore so eager to avoid this bridal?