LIX

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LIX

“What shall I do with that same book?” “Why merely

Lay it on Bertha’s table, close beside

Her work-box, and ’twill help your purpose dearly;

I say no more.” “Or good or ill betide,

Through the wide air to Kent this morn I glide!”

Exclaim’d the Emperor, “When I return,

Ask what you will,⁠—I’ll give you my new bride!

And take some more wine. Hum;⁠—O, Heavens! I burn

To be upon the wing! Now, now, that minx I spurn!”