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Ah, gods, what ever does she meditate?
What this new anguish great?
Great in the house here she meditates ill
Such as friends cannot bear, cannot cure it: and still
Off stands all Resistance
Afar in the distance!
Of these I witless am -- these prophesyings.
But those I knew: for the whole city bruits them.
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