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This manly stature and these hands of strength To play an idiot's or a woman's part? If such indeed be Montebesa's wish, Poor slight-boned, puny, shambling drivellers, Or sickly maidens, should have been the offspring Produced by her to mock a noble house.

O say not so! there will be no dishonour.

What! no dishonour in the mocking lips, And pointing fingers of the meanest peasant, Who would his whetted blade sheath in the heart Of his own mother's son for half the wrong,— Ay, half the wrong which that audacious traitor Has done to me!—Cease, lady; say no more: I cannot henceforth live in ignominy; Therefore, good sooth! I cannot grant your boon.

Dear, dear Rasinga! wilt thou make my life One load of wretchedness? Thou 'st cast me off,— I who so loved thee and love thee still,— Thou 'st cast me off, and I will meekly bear it. Then, wilt thou not make some amends to me,