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I.

IANOULA.

O sisters! fairly have ye to rejoice, Who of your weakness wed With lordly might: yea, now I praise your choice. As the vine clingeth with fair fingers spread Over some dark tree-stem, So on your goodly husbands with no dread Ye cling, and your fair fingers hold on them.