Have been as things 'twas meet I should accept,
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Since this slave-life began,
Where deeds are done by violence and force,—
And I must needs suppress
[*]The bitter loathing of my inmost heart,
[*]And now beneath my cloak I weep and wail
[*]For all the frustrate fortunes of my lords,[[406]]
Chilled through with secret grief.
Elect. Ye handmaids, ye who deftly tend this house,