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 "If thou with honest soul hast sworn,

"O leave me not to shanm;

"But at the holy altar be

"Our union sanctified;

"Before the people and the priest

"Receive me for thy bride."

"Unequal matches must not blot

"The honors of my line:

"Art thou of wealth or rank for me,

"To harbour thee as mine?

"What's fit and fair I'll do for thee—

"Shalt yet retain my love—

"Shalt wed my huntsman-and we'll then

"Our former transports prove.'

"Thy wicked soul, hard-hearted man,

"May pangs in hell await!

"Sure, if not suited for thy bride,

"I was not for thy mate.

"Go, seek a spouse of nobler blood,

"Nor God's just judgments dread—

"So shall, ere long, some base born wretch

"Defile thy marriage bed.

"Then, traitor, feel how wretched they

"In hopeless shame immerst;

"Then smite thy forehead on the wall,

"While horrid curses burst.

"Roll thy dry eyes in wild despair

"Unsooth'd thy grinring woe;

"Thro' thy pale temples fire the ball,

"And sink to fiends below."