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That no man hath recourse to her by night.

Val. And why not death, rather than living Val. What lets, but one may enter at her win

torment? dow?

To die, is to be banish'd from myself, Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Is self from self; a deadly banishment ! Without apparent hazard of his life.

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ? Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? cords,

Unless it be to think that she is by,
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, Except I be by Silvia in the night,
So bold Leander would adventure it.

There is no music in the nightingale ;
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder. There is no day for me to look upon :
Val. When would you use it ? pray, sir, tell me She is my essence; and I leave to be,
that.

If I be not by her fair influence
Duke. This very night ; for love is like a child, Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
That longs for every thing that he can come by. I fly not death, to iy his deadly doom:

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may

Enter Proteus and Launce.
bear it
Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the

Laun. So-ho! so-ho! turn ?

Pro. What seest thou? Val. Ay, my good lord.

Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a hair Duke. Then let me see thy cloak: on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.

Pro. Valentine ? I'll get me one of such another length.

Val. No. Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

Pro. Who then? his spirit? Dike. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?-

Val. Neither.

Pro. What then ?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
What letter is this same? What's here-To Silvia ?

Val. Nothing
And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strikes "'ll be so bold to break the seal for once. [reads.

Pro. Whom would'st thou strike 1
Laun. Nothing.

Pro. Villain, forbear.
My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray And slaves they are lo me, thai send them flying:

you,could their master come and go as lightly,

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear; friend Valentine, a Himself would lodge, where senseless they are

word. lying.

Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,

good news While I, their king, that hither them importune, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Do curse the grace that with such grace hath Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, bless'd them,

For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.
Because myself do want my servants' fortune : Val. Is Silvia dead?
I curse mysell, for they are sent by me,

Pro. No, Valentine.
That they should harbour where their lord should

Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !be.

Hath she forsworn me? What's here?

Pro. No, Valentine. Silvia, this nigl!l I will enfranchise thee :

Val. Nó Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn

me! 'Tis so: and here's the ladder for the purpose. What is your news ? IVhy, Phaeton í for thou art Merops' son,)

Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Wilt thou aspire guide the heavenly car,

vanish'd. And with thy daring folly burn the world ?

Pro. That thou art banish’d, 0, that's the Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?

news; Go, base intruder! overweening slave.

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates; Val. O, I have fed upon this wo already, And think, my patience, more than thy desert, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Is privilege for thy departure hence:

Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ? Thank me for this, more than for all the favours,

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.

(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force) But if thou linger in my territories,

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Longer than swiftest expedition

Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd ; Will give thee time to leave our royal court,

With them, upon her knees, her humble self; By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.

them, Be gone,

I will not hear thy vain excuse, As if but now they waxed pale for wo But, as thou lovist thy life, make speed from But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, bence.

(Ecil Duke. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; (1) Hinders.

But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.

Besides, her intercession chat'd him so, grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read. \Vhen she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. That to close prison he commanded her,

Laun. There; and Saint Nicholasz be thy With many bitter threats of 'biding there. speed ! Val. No more; unless the next word that thou Speed. Item, She brews good ale. speak'st,

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb -BlessHave some malignant power upon my life: ing of your heart, you brew good ale. If so, I pray thce, brcaihe it in mine ear,

Speed. Item, She can sew. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not Speed. Item, She can knit. help,

Laun. What need a man care for a stock with And study help for that which thou lament'st. a wench, when she can knit him a stock ? Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Here is thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. be washed and scoured. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Speed. Item, She can spin. And manage it against despairing thoughts. Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; when she can spin for her living. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; The time now serves not to expostulate: that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate ; have no names, And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Speed. Here follow her vices. Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :

Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in Regard thy danger, and along with me.

respect of her breath. Pal. I pray thee, Launce, an is thou seest my Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a boy,

breakfast: read on. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

[Exeunt Valentine and Protcus. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have her talk. the wit to think, ny master is a kind of knave: Speed. Item, She is slow in words. but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He Laun. O villain, that set this down among her lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for

that from me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a her chief virtue. ? woman: but that woman, I will not tell myself; Speed. Item, She is proud.

and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet ’tis not a maid, for Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, she hath had gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she is her and cannot be ta’en from her. master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. more qualities than a water-spaniel,—which is Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love much in a bare Christian. Here is the cat-log crusts. (pulling out a paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, Speed. Item, She is curst. She can felch and carry. Why, a horse can do Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to no more; nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only car- bite. ry; therefore, 'is she better than a jade. Item, Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor'. She can milk'; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: il she with clean hands.

will not, I will; for good things should be praised.

Speed. Item, She is too liberal.3
Enter Speed.

Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ

down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; foi Speed. How now, Signior Launce? what news and that I cannot help. Well, proceed.

that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, with your mastership ?

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea.

Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the more faults than hairs, and more wealth' than word: what news then in your paper ? Laun. The blackest news that ever thousa

Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine,

and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article neard'st.

rehearse that once more. Speed. Why, man, how black ?

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,Laun. Why, as black as ink.

Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll Speed. Let me read them.

prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not

therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that read.

covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater Speed. Thou liest, I can. Laun. I will try thee; tell me this: who begot Speed. And more faults than hairs,

hides the less. What's next? thee?

Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy

Speed. And more wealth than faults.

Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gra (1) Grief. St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.

(3) Licentious in language.

cious :' well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, nothing is impossible,

She shall not long continue love to him. Speed. What then?

But say, this weed her love from Valentine, Laun. Why, then I will tell thee,-that thy It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. master stays for thee at the north gate.

Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from Speed. For me?

him, Laun. For thee? ay; wno art thou ? he hath Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, staid for a better man than thee.

You must provide to bottom it on me: Speed. And must I go to him?

Which must be done, by praising me as much Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid As you in worth dispraíse sir Valentine. so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this

Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of kind; your love-letters!

[Exit. Because we know, on Valentine's report, Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my You are already love's firm votary, letter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust him- And cannot soon revolt and change your mind, self into secrets !-I'll'alter, to rejoice in the boy's Upon this warrant shall you have access, correction.

(Exit. Where you with Silvia may confer at large;

For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; SCENE II. –The same. A room in the Duke's Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,

palace. Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus be- To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. hind.

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:

But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love You must lay lime,- to tangle her desires, you,

By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,

Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty That I am desperate of obtaining her.

You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart : Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Trench’da in ice; which with an hour's heat Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. That may discover such integrity :A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. - Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, dow now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans According to our proclamation, gone ?

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Pro. Gone, my good lord.

After your dire-la menting elegies, Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Visit by night your lady's chamber-window Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. With some sweet concert: to their instruments

Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.- Tune a deploring dump ;4 the night's dead silence Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee

Will well become such sweet complaining griev(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) Makes me the better to conser with thee. This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in Let me not live to look upon your grace.

love. Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect Thu. And thy advice this night I'll pul in pracThe match between sir Thurio and my daughter.

tice: Pro. I do, my lord.

Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Let us into the city presently How she opposes her against my will.

To sorts some gentlemen well skill'd in music Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,

Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so. To give the onset to thy good advice. Whai might we do, to make the girl forget

Duke. About it, gentlemen.
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper,

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine And afterward determine our proceedings.
With falschood, cowardice, and poor descent; Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you.
Three things that women highly hold in hate.

[Exeunt. Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in

hate. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken

ACT IV. By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.

Enter Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. SCENE I.A forest, near Mantua. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do.

certain Out-laws. Tis an ill office for a gentleman;

i Out, Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. Especially, against his very friend.

2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage with 'em.

him,
Your slander never can endamage him;

Enter Valentine and Speed.
Therefore the office is indifferent,
Being entreated to it by your friend.

3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, '1) Graceful.

(2) Cut. (3) Bird-lime. (4) Mournful elegy. (5) Choose out.

ance.

about you;

If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Love thee as our commander, and our king. Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains | Ort. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diesf. That all the travellers do fear so much.

2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag whai we nåre Val. My friends,

offer'd. 1 Out. That's not so, sir ; we are your enemies. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

Provided that you do no outrages 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;

Un silly women, or poor passengers. For he's a proper' man.

3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, A man I am, cross'd with adversity:

And show thee all the treasure we have got ; My riches are these poor habiliments,

Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Of which if you should here disfurnish me,

(Ereunt. You take the sum and substance that I have. 2 Out. Whither travel you?

SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the palace. EnVal. To Verona,

ter Proteus. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan.

Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?

And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might Under the colour of commending him, have staid,

I have access my own love to preser; If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?

To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. Val. I was.

When I protest true loyalty to her, 2 Out. For what offence ?

She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: When to her beauty 1 commend my vows, I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;

She bids me think, how I have been forsworn But yet I slew him manfully in fight,

In breaking faith with Julia whom I iov'd: Without false vantage, or base treachery.

And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so: The least whereof would queil a lover's hope, But were you banish'd for so small a fault?

Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.

The more it grows and fawneth on her still. 1 Out. Have you the tongues ?2

But here comes Thurio: now must we to her winVal. My youthful travel therein made me happy; And give some evening music to her ear.

dow, Ur else I often had been miserable. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar,

Enter Thurio, and musicians. This fellow were a king for our wild faction. Thu. How now, sir Proteus ? are you crept 1 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.

before us ? Speed. Master, be one of them;

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that It is an honourable kind of thievery.

love Val. Peace, villain!

Will creep in service where it cannot go. Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. to?

Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

Thu. Whom? Silvia ? 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentle Pro. Ay, Silvia-for your sake. men,

Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentleSuch as the fury of ungovern'd youth

men,
Thrust from the company of awful men: Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.
Myself was from Verona banished,
For practising to steal away a lady,

Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

clothes. 2 Oul. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're i Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as allycholly; I pray you, why is it? these.

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be But to the purpose-(for we cite our faults,

merry. That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)

Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring And, partly, seeing you are beautified

you where you shall hear music, and see the genWith goodly shape; and by your own report

ileman that you ask'd for. A linguist; and a man of such perfection,

Jul. But shall I hear him speak? As we do in our quality much want;

Host. Ay, that you shall. 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,

Jul. That will be music. (Music plays Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:

Host. Hark! hark! Are you content to be our gencral?

Jul. Is he among these?
To make a virtue of necessity,

Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.
And live, as we do, in this wilderness ?
Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our

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consort?

Who is Silvia? What is she, sav, ay, and be the captain of us all:

That all our swains commend her ? We'll do thee homage, and he rul’d by thee,

Holy, fair, and wise is she;

The heavens such grace did lend her, (1) Well-looking. (2) Languages.

Thal she might admired be. 73) Lawful. (4) Anger resentment,

(5) Passionate reproaches.

Is she kind, as she is fair ?

And by and by intend to chide myself,
For beanity lives wiih kindness :

Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
Love doth to her eyes repair,

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady ;
To help him of his blindness ;

But she is dead.
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Jul.

'Twere false, if I should speak it,

For, I am sure, she is not buried. [Aside. Then to Silvia le! us sing,

Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend,
That Silvia is excelling;

Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
She excels each mortal thing,

I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd
Upon the dull earth dwelling.

To wrong him with thy importúnacy?
To her let us garlands bring.

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave, Host. How now? are you sadder than you were Assure thyselí, my love is buried. before?

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. How do you, man? the music likes you not. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence;

Jiul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He heard not that.

(Aside. Jul. He plays false, father.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Host. How? out of tune on the strings? Vouchsase me yet your picture for my love,

Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my The picture that is hanging in your chamber ; very lieart-strings.

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep; Post. You have a quick ear.

For, since the substance of your perfect self Jul. Ay, I would I were deal! it makes me have Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; a slow heart.

And to your shadow I will make true love. Host. I perceive, you delight not in music. Jul. Ir 'twere a substance, you would, sure, Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

deceive it, Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! And make it but a shadow, as I am. (Aside. Jul. Ay; that change is the spite.

Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ; Host. You would have them always play but But, since your falsehood shall become you well one thing?

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Jul. I would always have one play but one Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it : thing.

And so good rest. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, Pro.

As wretches have o'er-night, Ofen resort unto this gentlewoman?

That wait for execution in the morn. Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, (Ereunt Proteus; and Silvia, from above. he loved her out of all nick.'

Jul. Host, will you go? Ju. Where is Launce ?

Host. By my halidom,? I was fast asleep. Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, Ju. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ? by his master's command, he must carry for å Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think present to his lady.

'tis almost day. Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.

(Exeunt. Thi. Where meet we ? Pro. At saint Gregory's well.

SCENE III.The same. Enter Eglamour. Thu. Farewell. [Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia

Entreated me to call, and know her mind;
Silvia appears above, at her window.

There's some great matter she'd employ me in.

Madam, madam!
Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen :

Silvia appears above, at her windou.
Who is that, that spake?

Sil.

Who calls ? Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,

Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

One that attends your ladyship's command. Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-mor-
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
Sil. What is your will ?

Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.
Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this, it is your pleasure to command me in.
That I may, compass yours. I am thus early come, to know what service

According to your ladyship's imposc, 3
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjur’d, false, disloyal man!

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman
Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless,

(Think not, I datter, for, I swear, I do not,) To be seduc'd by thy flattery,

Valiant, wise, remorseful,+ well accomplish'd. That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ?

Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will

I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me,-by this pale queen of night I swear,

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
I am so far from granting thy request,

Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr'd. That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit;

Thyself hast lov'd; and I have hear thee say,
No grief did ever come so near your neirt,

As when thy lady and thy true love ded,
(1) Beyond all reckoning.
(2) Holy dame, blessed lady

(3) Injunction, commund. (4) Pitiinl.

row.

Pro.

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