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Oh, it can boot but holy business ! 'Tis from a worthy lord. ..

De Guiche !

He dares ? . ..

Oh, he will not importune me for ever !

I love you, - therefore -

", The drums beat ; My regiment buckles its harness on And starts ; but I, - they deem me gone before- But I stay. I have dared to disobey Your mandate. I am here in convent walls. I come to you to-night. By this poor monk - A simple fool who knows not what he bears - I send this missive to apprise your ear. Your lips erewhile have smiled on me, too sweet: I go not ere I've seen them once again ! I would be private ; send each soul away, Receive alone him, whose great boldness you Have deigned, I hope, to pardon, ere he asks, He who is ever your - et cetera."