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Ere long will of his own accord desire,— (Pointing to the letter.)—so he expresses it.

And with sincerity.

Well, grant it, Lady! The truth doth nevertheless appear to be, That this young gallant, Malcolm of Dunarden, With all her virtues, loves not Alice Denison, And loves another.

Rather say, hath loved.

I'll not unsay my words. His heart is with her, Low as she lies: and she who won his heart From such a maid as Alice Denison, Will keep it too, ev'n in her shroud. No, no! We've spread our vaunting sails against the wind, And cannot reach our port but with such peril As will o'ermatch the vantage.

Say not so. Time will make all things as we wish to have them.

Time works rare changes, which they may abide Who are intent upon them. Shall I carry My vessel where her cargo is not wanted?—