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242 What is this? You kindle with his praise, your whole heart glows In light and color on your face, your words Take wing and fly as bold as reckless birds. What! can so rash a thought, a dream so wild, So hopeless an ambition, tempt your soul?

Pray you, what thought, what dream, and what ambition? I knew not I had uttered any such.

Nor have you in your speech; your eyes now veiled, Where the light leaped to hear me voice his fame, Your blushes and your pallor have betrayed That which should lie uncounted fathom deep The secret of a woman s foolish heart.

And there it lies, my sibyl sister, still! Your plummet hath not reached it. Yes, ’t is love Flaunts his triumphant colors in my cheek, And quickens my lame speech but not for him, Not for the Prince so may I vaunt his worth With a free soul.