Ever to throw her life and maiden shame

As I do at thy feet.

[Kneels.

Asan.

Rise, lady, rise;

I am not worthy such devotion.

Ire.

Take me

Over seas; I care not where. I'll be thy slave,

Thy sea-boy; follow thee, ill-housed, disguised,

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Through hardship and through peril, so I see

Thy face sometimes, and hear sometimes thy voice,

For I am sick with love.

Asan.

Lady, I prithee

Forget these wild words. I were less than man

Should I remember them, or take the gift

Which 'tis not reason offers. I knew not

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