I had some right, without your hand, to share;
My mother’s claim was just - but soon she saw
Your power, compell’d, insulted, to withdraw:
’Twas then my father, in his anger, swore
You should divide the fortune, or restore.
Long we debated - and you find me now
Heroic victim to a father’s vow;
Like Jephtha’s daughter, but in different state,
And both decreed to mourn our early fate:
Hence was my brother servant to your pride,