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1306—1336]. Woe, woe! I thrill with dread. Is there none to strike me to the heart with two-edged sword?—O miserable that I am, and steeped in miserable anguish!

. Yea, both this son's doom, and that other's, were laid to thy charge by her whose corpse thou seest.

. And what was the manner of the violent deed by which she passed away?

. Her own hand struck her to the heart, when she had learned her son's sorely lamented fate.

. Ah me, this guilt can never be fixed on any other of mortal kind, for my acquittal! I, even I, was thy slayer, wretched that I am—I own the truth. Lead me away, O my servants, lead me hence with all speed, whose life is but as death!

. Thy counsels are good, if there can be good with ills; briefest is best, when trouble is in our path.

. Oh, let it come, let it appear, that fairest of fates for me, that brings my last day,—aye, best fate of all! Oh, let it come, that I may never look upon to-morrow's light.

. These things are in the future; present tasks claim our care: the ordering of the future rests where it should rest.

. All my desires, at least, were summed in that prayer.