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Ha, ha!—Let me laugh! 'Tis good To laugh when the heart is in laughing mood!

I see that you still have the same wild soul As of old—

Nay, let not that vex your mind, 'Tis only at midnight it mocks control; By day I am timid as any hind. How tame I have grown, you yourself must say, When you think on the women in lands far away— Of that fair Princess—ah,  was wild! Beside her lamblike am I and mild. She did not helplessly yearn and brood, She would have acted; and that—

'Tis good You remind me; straightway I'll cast away What to me is valueless after this day—

The phial! You meant—?