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Rh These thou never more shalt see.

O my sisters!

Why dost call on these, their bitterest enemy?

Farewell, O my mother!

Sooth, my son, in gladness well I fare!

Son of thine no more!—

For many a sorrow me my mother bare!

Since he doth me foul despite!

For foul despite received, I wis!

Where before the towers wilt plant thee?

Wherefore dost thou question this?