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xii.

Willy stood up like a man, and look'd the thing that he meant;

Jenny, the viper, made me a mocking courtsey and went.
And I said, 'Let us part: in a hundred years it'll all be the same,
You cannot love me at all, if you love not my good name.'

xiii.

And he turn'd, and I saw his eyes all wet, in the sweet moonshine:

'Sweetheart, I love you so well that your good name is mine.
And what do I care for Jane, let her speak of you well or ill;
But marry me out of hand: we two shall be happy still.'