Fit for a woman. I was foe, of old
Suspected. But now will I with his wealth
See whether I his subjects may command,
And him who will not hearken I will yoke
In heavy harness as a full-fed colt,
Nowise as trace-horse;[[400]] but sharp hunger joined
With darksome dungeon shall behold him tamed.
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Chor. Why did'st not thou then, coward as thou art,
Thyself destroy him? but a woman with thee,