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For when the eyes have looked their last How should sore labour vex again? How, when the powers of will and thought are past, Should life be any more enthralled to pain? And if Nessus' withering shroud, I 2 Wrought by destiny and craft, Steep him in a poisonous cloud. Steaming from the venomed shaft, Which to Death in hideous lair The many-wreathed Hydra bare, How shall he another day Feel the glad warmth of Helios' ray?-- Enfolded by the Monster-Thing Of Lerna, while the cruel sting Of the shagg'd Centaur's murderous-guileful tongue Breaks forth withal to do him painful wrong. And she, poor innocent, who saw II 1 Checkless advancing to the gate A mighty harm unto her state,-- This rash young bridal without fear of law,-- Gave not her will to aught that caused this woe, But since it came through that strange mind's conceiving,-- That ruined her in meeting,--deeply grieving, She mourns with dewy tears in tenderest flow. The approaching hour appeareth great with woe: Some guile-born misery doth Fate foreshow. The springs of sorrow are unbound, II 2 And such an agony disclose, As never from the hands of foes To afflict the life of Heracles was found. O dark with battle-stains, world-champion spear, That from Oechalia's highland leddest then This bride that followed swiftly in thy train, How fatally overshadowing was thy fear! But these wild sorrows all too clearly come From Love's dread minister[4], disguised and dumb. CH. 1. Am I a fool, or do I truly hear Lament new-rising from our master's home? Tell! CH. 2. Clearly from within a wailing voice Peals piteously. The house hath some fresh woe. CH. 3. Mark! How strangely, with what cloud upon her brow, Yon aged matron with her tidings moves! _Enter_ Nurse. NURSE. Ah! mighty, O my daughters! was the grief Sprung from the gift to Heracles conveyed! LEADER OF CH. What new thing is befallen? Why speak'st thou so? NUR. Our Queen hath found her latest journey's end. Even now she is gone, without the help of feet. CH. Not dead? NUR. You know the whole. CH. Dead! hapless Queen! NUR. T
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