LII

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LII

“And listen to my words. You say you won’t,

On any terms, marry Miss Bellanaine;

It goes against your conscience⁠—good! well, don’t.

You say, you love a mortal. I would fain

Persuade your honour’s highness to refrain

From peccadilloes. But, Sire, as I say,

What good would that do? And, to be more plain,

You would do me a mischief some odd day,

Cut off my ears and hands, or head too, by my fay!