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While his heart was melancholy,
Said the steward, brisk and jolly,
Tell me, friend, how you came here?
You have some design, I fear.
He reply'd, dear loving master,
You shall meet with no disaster,
Through my means, in any case--
Madam brought me to this place.
Then the steward did retire,
Saying, that he would enquire,
Whether it was true or no:
Never was love hamper'd so.
Now the lady who had fill'd him
With those fears, full well beheld him
From a window, where she drest,
Pleased at the pleasant jest.
When she had herself attir'd,
In rich robes to be admir'd,
Sho appeared in his sight,
Like a moving angel bright.
Sir, my servants havo related,
How you have some hours waited
In my parlour-tell mo who
In my houso you ever knew.
Madam, if I have offended,
It is more than I intended;
A young lady brought me here--
That is true, said she, my dear.
I can be no longer cruel
