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 "I had great beauty: ask thou not my name: No one can be more wise than destiny. Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came I brought calamity."

"No marvel, sovereign lady! in fair field, Myself for such a face had boldly died," I answer'd free, and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside.

But she, with sick and scornful looks averse, To her full height her stately stature draws; "My youth," she said, "was blasted with a curse: This woman was the cause.

"I was cut off from hope in that sad place, Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears: My father held his hand upon his face; I, blinded with my tears,