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My hatred of thee does not reach so far.

Thou wouldst dishonour me; that much is sure.

Dishonour? No, I seek to save thine honour.

Am I to make thy rule of honour mine?

When thou art wise, then thou shalt guide us both.

Sound words; ’tis sad they are so misapplied.

Thou hittest well the blot that is thine own.

How? dost deny the plea I urge is just?

No; but e’en justice sometimes worketh harm.

I choose not to conform to such a rule.

Well, if thy purpose hold, thou’lt own me right.

It holds; I shall not swerve in awe of thee.

Is this thy last word? Wilt not be advised?

No, naught is loathlier than ill advice.

Thou seemest deaf to all that I can urge. 207