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Nay, for my own full weight in gold

No man for master would I hold

But you alone.”

Surly and slow

Was Danger ere he deigned to throw

Aside his wrath, but in the end

Such eloquent words did I expend

To calm him, that I gained his grace.

Shortly, quoth he: “Not out of place

Is that thou say’st: no spiteful rage

Consumes my breast, nor will to wage

Hot war against thee. What to me

Is it if thou lov’st fatuously?

I feel therefrom nor cold nor heat;

Love then—but suffer not thy feet

To bear thee where my roses grow,

Or thou my club’s full weight shalt know.”

Thuswise, from Danger did I get

Forgiveness, and with swift foot let

My comrade know thereof, who great

And glad rejoicing showed thereat.

“Right well,” quoth he, “goes your affair;

Danger will prove him debonair

In your regard; although at first

His way it is to show a curst