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Your mouth is foaming, And your head is drooping
on the ground. This is an ill destiny sheer, You are bound for the kill, How shall I bear ? Alas, alas, alas !
Leader of the hunters
: [Coming close to the mother deer]
Thou need not, need not care, This grief and pain to bear. To spare you of these here Shall also with the child take you there.
Mother deer : Do that, do that I implore thee,
Only make the little one free, It doesn't know what is meant, Being now so innocent.
Leader of the hunters : Don't, don't tell me your feelings,
As it is so young Its flesh will be tasty.
Company of the hunters
: Ah ! Right you have told, right.
Leader of the hunters
: Make haste, make haste,
Catch her best, Lest She flies.
Mother deer : You need not catch me thus,
I have surrendered my self.
Leader of the hunters
: Make haste, make haste, make haste.
[The hunters have seized her]
Baby deer
: O mother, mother, mother!
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