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And loving maid am I, who fain

Would love you and be loved again;

My proffer of fond love receive,

And let our souls as one inweave.

When sees Pygmalion that this thing

Is true, past doubt or questioning,

He comes anear as fain would he

More certain make sweet certainty,

And vows amain with right good-will,

That lovingly will he fulfil

All she desires, and speaking thus

They interlace in amorous

And fond embraces. E’en as doves

In cooing murmurs tell their loves,

So they in words all unexpressed

The praises of the gods confessed,

And specially to Venus made

Their vows for her all-powerful aid,

Assured her power alone could make

Cold ivory to warm love awake.

Or est Pymalions aaise,

Or n’est-il riens qui li desplaise,

Car riens qu’il voil el ne refuse;

S’il opose, el se rent concluse;

S’ele coramande, il obeist.

For riens ne la contredéist

D’acomplir-li tout son desir.

Or puet o s’amie gesir,

Qu’el n’en fait ne dangier ne plainte.

Tant ont joé, qu’ele est ençainte