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Gycia.

Tell me, I pray,

What mean you by this riddle?

Lama.

Prince Asander

Comes here to ask your hand, and with it take

A gracious dower of peace and amity.

He does not ask thee to forsake thy home,

But leaves for thee his own. All tongues together

Are full of praise of him: virgin in love,

A brave youth in the field, as we have proved

In many a mortal fight; a face and form

Like a young god's. I would, my love, thy heart

Might turn to him, and find thy happiness

In that which makes me happy. I am old

And failing, and I fain would see thee blest

Before I die, and at thy knees an heir

To all my riches, and the State of Cherson

From anxious cares delivered, and through thee.

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