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How say'st thou?
For a cloud then all vainly did we strive?

This Hera wrought, and those three Goddesses' strife.

Is this, who is very woman, this thy wife?

Even she: trust thou my word as touching this. 710

Daughter, how manifold God's counsels are,
His ways past finding out! Lightly he turns
And sways us to and fro: sore travaileth one;
One long unvexed is wretchedly destroyed,
Having no surety still of each day's lot. 715
Thou and thy lord in sorrow have had your part;
In ill-fame thou, in fury of battle he.
Then, all his striving nought availed; but now
Effortless he hath won the crown of bliss.
Thy grey sire, then, and those Twin-brethren ne'er 720
Thou shamedst, nor the deeds far-told hast done!
Now I recall afresh thy spousal-tide,
And how I waved the torch, in four-horsed car
Racing beside thee; and thou, chariot-borne
With him, a bride, didst leave thine happy home. 725
He is base, who recks not of his master's weal,
Rejoicing with him, sorrowing in his pain.
Still may I be, though I be bondman born,