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50 Quick! take him: drag him: cast him from the wall,

If cast ye will! Tear him, ye beasts, be swift!

God hath undone me, and I cannot lift

One hand, one hand, to save my child from death

O, hide my head for shame: fling me beneath

Your galleys' benches!

Quick: I must begone

To the bridal. I have lost my child, my own!

[The Soldiers close round her.

O Troy ill-starred; for one strange woman, one

Abhorrèd kiss, how are thine hosts undone!

Come, Child: let be that clasp of love

Outwearied! Walk thy ways with me,

Up to the crested tower, above

Thy father's wall where they decree

Thy soul shall perish.—Hold him: hold!—

Would God some other man might ply

These charges, one of duller mould,

And nearer to the iron than I!

O Child, they rob us of our own,

Child of my Mighty One outworn:

Ours, ours thou art!—Can aught be done

Of deeds, can aught of pain be borne,