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THE PRINCESS;
A prince, a brother? a little will I yield.Best so, perchance, for us, and well for you.O hard, when love and duty clash! I fearMy conscience will not count me fleckless; yet— Hear my conditions: promise {otherwiseYou perish) as you came to slip away,To-day, to-morrow, soon: it shall be said,These women were too barbarous, would not learn;They fled, who might have shamed us: promise, all.'
 What could we else, we promised each; and she, Like some wild ereature newly-caged, commenced A to-and-fro, so pacing till she paused By Florian; holding out her lily arms Took both his hands, and smiling faintly said:
 'You are grown, and yet I knew you at the first. I am very glad, and I am very vext To see you, Florian, I give thee to death My brother! it was duty spoke, not I.
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