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184 Vile women please me not.

Take from my child thy sword!

Born liar—no!

Wilt slay my child?

Ay—now thou liest not.

What shall I do?

To the Argives go; persuade—

What suasion?

Of the city beg our lives.

Else will ye slay my daughter?

Even so.