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Then said the sorrowing maiden: “That will I never wear;
Of all his wealth and greatness you the tale may spare.
Your son, the knightly Hartmut, my love can ne’er be winning:
Unwilling here I linger, and hence to go I day by day am pining.”
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Then the youthful Hartmut, who of the land was lord,
Was angry with the maiden when he her answer heard.
He said: “If, then, to wed her the lady granteth never,
So, also, to the fair one shall my goodwill and love be wanting ever.”