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For what wrongdoing do these pains atone?

What I have said, is said; suffice it thee!

Yet somewhat add; forewarn me in my woe

What time shall bring my wandering to its goal?

Fore-knowledge is fore-sorrow; ask it not.

Nay, hide not from me destiny's decree.

I grudge thee not the gift which I withhold.

Then wherefore tarry ere thou tell me all?

Nothing I grudge, but would not rack thy soul.

Be not compassionate beyond my wish.

Well, thou art fain, and I will speak. Attend!