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I mean—nay, no more! 'Twill shortly be seen—; I mean—should a wooer ride hither to-night—?

A wooer? For whom?

For me? That he'd ta'en the wrong road full soon he would see.

What would you say if a valiant knight Begged for your hand?

That my heart was too light To think upon suitors or choose a mate.

But if he were mighty, and rich, and great?

Oh, were he a king, did his palace hold Stores of rich garments and ruddy gold,