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Thyself and thine! a mighty rich dominion! A-lack, a-lack-a-day, the woeful change! This rude unfurnish'd tower for the fair mansion Of great Rasinga! Evil was the hour When those fell demons stopped us on our way.

O, say not so! in great Rasinga's house A noble wife already holds her state, And here I shall have no divided pleasure.

Divided! Doth an elder faded wife In love, in honour, or in riches share Like portion with a youthful beauty? No! She doth herself become the flatt'ring subject Of her through whom the husband's favours flow; And thereby doth increase her rival's power, Her state and dignity. Thou art a simple child, and hast no sense Of happiness or honour. Woe the day When those fell demons stopp'd our high career!

But for my father's anger, and the blood Which has been shed in this untoward fray, The day were one of joy and not of woe, In my poor estimation.