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 It is not yet so far gone.

I believe you.

Did you suppose your father had laid out His most important life in toils of war, Denied himself each quiet earthly bliss, Had banish'd slumbers from his tent, devoted His noble head to care, and for this only, To make a happy pair of you? At length To draw you from your convent, and conduct In easy triumph to your arms the man That chanc'd to please your eyes! All this, methinks, He might have purchas'd at a cheaper rate.

That which he did not plant for me, might yet Bear me fair fruitage of its own accord. And if my friendly and affectionate fate, Out of his fearful and enormous being, Will but prepare the joys of life for me—

Thou seest it with a lovelorn maiden's eyes. Cast thine eye round, bethink thee who thou art. Into no house of joyance hast thou stepp'd, For no espousals dost thou find the walls Deck'd out, no guests the nuptial garland wearing. Here is no splendor but of arms. Or think'st thou That