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 1     1|      me! oh! my father, thou art laid low, fallen by the
 2     1|   proper source, Nurse, thou art the one faithful witness
 3     1|    the one afflicted as thou art; but thou hast calmed thyself
 4     1| Manes of thy father Oh! thou art much to be pitied - in vain
 5     1| Britannicus! woe is me! thou art now only a collection of
 6     1| possession - she is, as thou art aware, only the first who
 7     1| beauties; and thou, Octavia, art another Juno, although a
 8     1|      a terrestrial one, thou art the sister and wife of an
 9     1|     thou, invincible as thou art, hurl thy lightnings, oftentimes,
10     1|      escaped the waves? thou art doomed to die by the sword
11     4|       my nursling, that thou art quitting the marriage couch
12     4|     and of what hiding-place art thou in quest, with so troubled
13     4|    prayers and desires! Thou art matrimonially linked with
14     5|    any woman, as far as thou art concerned, deserves such
15     5|     altogether! ~ OCT. Where art thou conducting me? What