“If my squire and I might beg your hospitality until—”

What, if all fail, will cure the heart of sadness?

“If my squire and I might beg your hospitality until—”

Ask where it lies; the answer saith

“If my squire and I might beg your hospitality until—”

In Change, in Madness, or in Death.

“If my squire and I might beg your hospitality until—”

The hour, the summer season, the solitary place, the voice and skill

of the singer, all contributed to the wonder and delight of the two

listeners, who remained still waiting to hear something more; finding,

however, that the silence continued some little time, they resolved to

go in search of the musician who sang with so fine a voice; but just

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