On me let the scorn be thrown.
I know him well, and he knows me well,
And to God, too, all is known.
Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again,
I pray you, leave me in peace!
My child it is, my child 'twill remain,
So let your questionings cease!
1815.* ——- THE PAGE AND THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
PAGE.
WHERE goest thou? Where?
Miller's daughter so fair!
Thy name, pray?—