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If that he loved be evil, he will fain

Hate it! Howbeit, thy pleasure shall be done.

Some other ship shall bear her, not mine own

Thou counsellest very well And when we come

To Argos, then O then some pitiless doom

Well-earned, black as her heart! One that shall bind

Once for all time the law on womankind

Of faithfulness! 'Twill be no easy thing,

God knoweth. But the thought thereof shall fling

A chill on the dreams of women, though they be

Wilder of wing and loathèd more than she!

[Exit, following, who is escorted by the Soldiers.

And hast thou turned from the Altar of frankincense,

And given to the Greek thy temple of Ilion?

The flame of the cakes of corn, is it gone from hence,

The myrrh on the air and the wreathèd towers gone?

And Ida, dark Ida, where the wild ivy grows,

The glens that run as rivers from the summer-broken snows,

And the Rock, is it forgotten, where the first sunbeam glows,

The lit house most holy of the Dawn?