How stands it with me? I know not aright
Since first this good man came on my sight.
Help, how all faintly throbbeth my heart!
THE DEVIL
Fair child, fear ye no grief nor smart.
I will do you neither harm nor let,
But I make avouch if your course ye will set
By my avise, and go with me by all means,
I will make you ere long a queen among queens.
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