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Hear me, my dead baby and my withered father: I swear on my

knees, on these stones, to avenge you on Foulon! Husbands, and

brothers, and young men, Give us the blood of Foulon, Give us the

head of Foulon, Give us the heart of Foulon, Give us the body and

soul of Foulon, Rend Foulon to pieces, and dig him into the

ground, that grass may grow from him! With these cries, numbers

of the women, lashed into blind frenzy, whirled about, striking

and tearing at their own friends until they dropped into a

passionate swoon, and were only saved by the men belonging to

them from being trampled under foot.