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 Unhappy, can I give you back your honour?

Though I forgave would any man forget?

While all the great green land has trampled on her

The treason and terror of the night we met.

Not any more in vengeance or in pardon

An old wife bargains for a bean that's hers.

You have no word to break: no heart to harden.

Ride on and prosper. You have lost your spurs.