Ralph (to Cousin Hebe).
The maiden treats my suit with scorn,
Rejects my humble love, my lady;
She says I am ignobly born,
And cuts my hopes adrift, my lady.
All.Oh, cruel one!
Dick.She spurns your suit? Oho! Oho!
I told you so, I told you so.
Sail. and Rel.Shall {we} submit? Are {we} but slaves?
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