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 And now I go and use my best endeavour,

If I may compass thy reprieve, and thou

Meantime be still, nor give thy utterance course

To run in flood unpent; for knowest thou not,

So wise above thy fellows, this true rede,—

The loose tongue unto loss is near indeed?

I count thee happy that thou standest clear

This day of my offence, though thou hadst part,—

Was it not so?—in all my enterprise.

Nay, good, let be: give not thyself these pains.

Be sure thou wilt not move him: ah, that heart

Not easy is to move! Rather look shrewdly

Lest thou thyself get hurt from such a quest.

Of a truth more skill thou hast for others' use

Than for thine own: I need no witnesses

Of this, save mine eyes only. Now I bid thee

By no means let me in my going forth.