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EUDICUS
And I, this demon's kinsman, love my child:
And I, this demon's slave, must do worse work,
Because I fear him. I am an old weak man
That have done evil, reaping little fruit
Of evil in evil days. I shall go down
Contented to the dust: and Minos there
Shall crease his brows and mutter in great gloom,
Saying “This wretch hath surely found of sweet,
Little in evil. Let him go, he has been
Enough above tormented.” But, my dove,
My one pure blossom, shall aught ill reach her,
Which one more crime to her old father's load
May yet avert? I'll take this guilt with joy.
Certain it is I forge this oracle;
Yet will I warn Orestes thro' her lips,
For I do love the youth, and there is bud
Of love between them, as I think.
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