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Distinctive voices utter unto those, Who in their storm-rock'd cradles lie and think Ol their far-distant homes.—I do believe That all good fortune shall betide thy love, Being thy love; for that doth far outdo All other fortune; and besides, no doubt, A fair and courtly youth.

Go to! go to! thou mockest me again! I love a brave man

And not passing fair, Nor very courtly?

No, nor wearing now His youth's best bloom; but somewhat weather-beaten. And sunn'd on sultry shores?

Fie on you both, you hold me in derision! I'm young, and all unlearn'd, and well I know Not passing sage; but do I merit this? (Turns to go away from them in tears.)