Fitter ’twere the deeds to tell
Of mighty Gods, and mighty deeds of men,
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Which sure would please the company as well.
Sing one of those, and let them hear and drink;
Give over this. You touch my interest,

Sing them one of these, as thou sittest here,
[340] and let them drink their wine in silence. But cease from this woeful song
which ever harrows the heart in my breast,
for upon me above all women has come a sorrow not to be forgotten.