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 Then sprung forth tears, whose blest relief Gave pleading softness to her grief: "And wilt thou not, by all the ties Of our affianced love," she cries, "By all my soul hath fix'd on thee, Of cherish'd hope for years to be, Wilt thou not aid him? wilt not thou Shield his grey head from danger now? And didst thou not, in childhood's morn, That saw our young affection born, Hang round his neck, and climb his knee, Sharing his parent-smile with me? Kind, gentle Ulric! best-belov’d! Now be thy faith in danger prov’d! Though snares and terrors round him wait, Thou wilt not leave him to his fate! Turn not away in cold disdain! —Shall thine own Ella plead in vain? How art thou chang'd! and must I bear That frown, that stern, averted air? What mean they?"

"Maiden! need'st thou ask? These features wear no specious mask!