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 "Our physicians! Tell them so!

Shall a Princess sink

For this matter of one fox?"

Sadly sate, to think,

All the great court doctors, in a row.

Then they humbly sent to say:

"One man might succeed!

Itô—please your Majesty—

Is the best at need:

Deign to grant for Itô one more day!"

Itô reached his arrows down,

Strung his hunting-bow,

Took his knife, and rope, and nets,

In the woods to go:

Suddenly—at entrance of the town—

Comes a woman, with a jar;

Very low she bows:

"Go men nasai! I was bringing

This to my Lord's house:

'Tis what you would seek, fetched from afar."