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Rh "Oh Master, unto thee I came To learn thy science. Name or pelf I had not, so was driven with shame, And here I learn all by myself. But still as Master thee revere, For who so great in archery! Lo, all my inspiration here, And all my knowledge is from thee."

"If I am Master, now thou hast Finished thy course, give me my due. Let all the past, be dead and past, Henceforth be ties between us new." "All that I have, O Master mine, All I shall conquer by my skill, Gladly shall I to thee resign, Let me but know thy gracious will."

"Is it a promise?" "Yea, I swear So long as I have breath and life To give thee all thou wilt." "Beware! Rash promise ever ends in strife." "Thou art my Master,—ask! oh ask! From thee my inspiration came, Thou canst not set too hard a task, Nor aught refuse I, free from blame."