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O yield my boon,
And grant my re-iterated wish,
Then will I love you, ay, and you shall kiss
My grateful lips—you shall upon my word."
And Herlin took his hand from hers and said,
O, Vilien, ask not this, but aught beside.
But as thou lov'st me, Vilien, do not ask
The way in which I make the table rap.
O ask it not!