The house would be a burden dropping fear
To one by that old bloodshed sorely stung.[[449]]
How shall I count these things? As clear and true?
Or are they vague reports of woman's fears,
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That leap up high and die away to nought?
What can'st thou say that will my mind inform?
Chor. We heard, 'tis true; but go thou in and ask
Of these same strangers. Nought is found in words
Of messengers like asking, man from man.