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 Serve him my Royal Master; in his cause My youth adventur'd much, nor can my age Find better close than in the clang of arms To die for him whom I have liv'd to serve. Thou art for the Court; Son of the Chief I lov'd! Be wise by my experience. Look not thou For happiness in that polluted scene. Thou see'st me here Dunois, a banish'd man, A not unwilling exile to appease The proud and powerful Richemont, who long time Most sternly jealous of the royal ear "With