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He whom I seek is known to all.

Indeed! Who may this favourite of the gods be, whose fame has captured your heart?

Sprung from the highest of all royal houses, the greatest of all heroes is he.

Lady, offer not such wealth of beauty as is yours on the altar of false reputation. Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises. Tell me who in the highest of kingly lines is the supreme hero?

Hermit, you are jealous of other