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Theo. How fierce the creature is, and full of folly! Like a shent cur to his own door retired, That bristles up his furious back, and there Each passenger annoys.—And this is he, Whom sordid and ambitious Hughobert, The guardian in the selfish father sunk, Destines for Orra's husband.—O foul shame! The carrion-crow and royal eagle join'd, Make not so cross a match.—But think'st thou, Hartman, She will submit to it?

Hart. That, may be as thou pleasest, Falkenstein.

Theo. Away with mockery!

Hart.I mock thee not.

Theo. Nay, Banneret, thou dost. Saving this favour, Which every victor in these listed combats From Ladies' hands receive, nor then regard As more than due and stated courtesy, She ne'er hath honour'd me with word or look Such hope to warrant.

Hart.Wait not thou for looks.

Theo. Thou would'st not have me to a Dame like this, With rich domains and titled rights encompass'd, These simple limbs, girt in their soldier's gear, My barren hills and ruin'd tower present, And say, "Accept—these will I nobly give In fair exchange for thee and all thy wealth."