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How? Ready am I, if this may well befall.

With sword-thrust: in these halls she hideth now.

Even so—and setteth now her seal on all.

She seals no more, when Hades hails her bride.

Nay, how? She hath barbarian serving-men.

Whom? Phrygians!—'tis not I would quail for such.

Ay,—chiefs of mirrors and of odours they.

So? Hath she come with Trojan luxury hither?

Ay; for her mansion Hellas is too strait.

Nought is the slave against the freeborn man.

This deed but done, I dread not twice to die.