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 {{ppoem|start=follow|end=follow|A prince, a brother? a little will I yield. Best so, perchance, for us, and well for you. O hard, when love and duty clash! I fear My conscience will not count me fleckless; yet— Hear my conditions: promise {otherwise You perish) as you came to slip away, To-day, to-morrow, soon: it shall be said, These women were too barbarous, would not learn; They fled, who might have shamed us: promise, all.'


 * What could we else, we promised each; and she,

Like some wild ereature newly-caged, commenced A to-and-fro, so pacing till she paused By Florian; holding out her lily arms Took both his hands, and smiling faintly said:


 * 'You are grown, and yet I knew you at the first.

I am very glad, and I am very vext To see you, Florian, I give thee to death My brother! it was duty spoke, not I.}}