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Rh  Did then fate and rank keep us asunder, And must Love take this road, and no other? Yonder comes my dear and trusty brother! What will he say to it all, I wonder?

 THE PAGE AND THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER

goest thou? Where? Miller's daughter so fair! Thy name, pray?—

'Tis Lizzy.

Where goest thou? Where? With the rake in thy hand?

Father's meadows and land To visit, I'm busy.

Dost go there alone? 