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Women. Then fits not thou shouldst even thee
To baseness nor with folly answer folly. 891 (891)
I do submit and say I then judged ill,
But now I wiselier have resolved of this.
Boys, boys, come hither, quit the house, approach,
Greet ye your father, speak to him with me, 895 (895)
And from the former hatred be now changed,
Together with your mother, into friends.
For we've made covenant, and laid by wrath.
Take his right hand—Ah me! the woeful day!—
Lo what unshaped forebodings vex my soul! 900 (900)
Why, children, ye will thus, in a long life
Stretch forth your dear arms to him? Oh poor me,
How prone to weep am I and full of dread.
But, freeing me of quarrel with your father,
My trembling sight has filled itself with tears. 905 (905)
Chorus.
In mine eyes too the dewy tear hath sprung—
And may the present ill not pass to worse.
Jason.
Lady, these words I praise, nor blame the former;
For 'tis of woman's kind against a spouse
