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Whence wast thou fed, ere marriage brought thee substance?

Whiles had I daily bread, and whiles had not.

Helped they not thee, thy father's friends and guests?

Prosper:—friends vanish if thou prosper not.

Did high birth bring thee not to high estate?

A curse is penury. Birth fed me not.

Most dear, meseems, to men is fatherland.

How dear, thou couldst not even utter it.

To Argos how cam'st thou? With what intent?

I know not. Heaven to my fate summoned me.

Wise is the God. How didst thou win thy bride?