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Father, hear'st thou what I suffer?

Nay, thy doings heareth he.

And thou, mother?

That thou name our mother, sacrilege it were.

O my city!

Hence to Argos: call on Lerna's water there.

Fret thee not—I go. I thank thee, mother.

Forth the city! Go!

Forth I go: yet on my father let me look!

Thou see him! No!

Nay then, but my maiden sisters.