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 "From what I have said, you will see
 * That I couldn't wed either—in fine

By Nature's unchanging decree
 * Your daughters could never be mine.

"Go home to your pigs and your ricks,
 * My hands of the matter I've rinsed."

So they take up their hats and their sticks,
 * And exeunt ambo, convinced.



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