Yet censure strikes hard at women, while men, the true agents of trouble, hear no reproach. - Euripides

"I got thee to succeed me in my hall,
I have fed thee, clad thee. But I have no call
To die for thee. Not in our family,
Not in all Greece, doth law bid fathers die
To save their sons. Thy road of life is thine
None other's, to rejoice at or repine.
All that was owed to thee by us is paid.
My throne is thine. My broad lands shall be made
Thine, as I had them from my father…. Say,
How have I wronged thee? What have I kept away?
"Not died for thee?"… I ask not thee to die."

Truly we are creatures of labor and suffering, and nothing for long. Labor and suffering, and the plain sight of our destiny is the cruelest thing of all.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed… It can’t be long before her sorrow turns, as sorrow always does, into rage.