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 So I will give him my head. [ begins to keen] Little wife, little wife, be at rest. Alive I have been far off in all lands under sun. And been no faithful man; but when my story is done My fame shall spring up and laugh, and set you high above all.

[Putting her arms about him] It is you, not your fame, that I love.

[Tries to put her from him] You are young, you are wise, you can call Some kinder and comelier man that will sit at home in the house.