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V.
THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS.
My heart is heavy for each goodly man
Whom crownéd woman or sweet courtezan
Hath slain or brought to greater shames than death.
But now, O Daughter of Herodias!
I weep for him, of whom the story saith,
Thou didst procure his bitter fate:—Alas,
He seems so fair!—May thy curse never pass!
