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152 . That is no city, which belongs to one man.

. Is not the city held to be the ruler's?

. Thou wouldst make a good monarch of a desert.

. This boy, it seems, is the woman's champion.

. If thou art a woman; indeed, my care is for thee.

. Shameless, at open feud with thy father!

. Nay, I see thee offending against justice.

. Do I offend, when I respect mine own prerogatives?

. Thou dost not respect them, when thou tramplest on the gods' honours.

. O dastard nature, yielding place to woman!

. Thou wilt never find me yield to baseness.

. All thy words, at least, plead for that girl.

. And for thee, and for me, and for the gods below.

. Thou canst never marry her, on this side the grave.

. Then she must die, and in death destroy another.

. How! doth thy boldness run to open threats?

. What threat is it, to combat vain resolves?

. Thou shalt rue thy witless teaching of wisdom.

. Wert thou not my father, I would have called thee unwise.

. Thou woman's slave, use not wheedling speech with me.

. Thou wouldest speak, and then hear no reply?