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 1   T-I|         of a sword slicing at my throat.~Even what I’ve created,
 2   T-I|        be drained by your tender throat,~or you’d think my ills
 3  T-IV|         over the earth, from the throat~of the bright sacrifice,
 4   ExI| sacrificial goat won’t offer its throat to long-haired Bacchus,~
 5  IBIS|       sacrifice, relinquish your throat to my knives.~Let earth
 6  IBIS|       They moistened the child’s throat with bitches’ milk:~that
 7  IBIS|          a bull’s-hide.~May your throat be cut in your room, like
 8  IBIS|          as the Syracusan poet’s throat was stopped.~Or may your
 9  IBIS|        killed.~And as that noisy throat was crushed in the wooden
10  IBIS|          to her father, may your throat be bound in a noose.~And