You see me here, you gods, a poor old man 313 As full of grief as age, wretched in both. 314 If it be you that stirs these daughters’ hearts 315 Against their father, fool me not so much 316 To bear it tamely. Touch me with noble anger, 317 And let not women’s weapons, water drops, 318 Stain my man’s cheeks.—No, you unnatural hags, 319 I will have such revenges on you both 320 That all the world shall—I will do such things— 321 What they are yet I know not, but they shall be 322 The terrors of the Earth! You think I’ll weep. 323 No, I’ll not weep. 324 I have full cause of weeping, but this
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