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Be silent! You've no right to speak:
Your impertinence knows no bounds, I see.
You are by far too soft and weak
To have a say in things like these.
O, heart, I pray that you be still,
Insist not with your piteous voice.
Hark instead to the wisdom of my will,
For love and hate are naught but childish toys.
Are you so pluckish to defy my word?
My, how loudly do you dare to cry!
I'll not allow it that you openly deny
The things I tell you — everything you've heard.
O, be what is to be; I'll let you see
With your own eyes how wrong you are.
Go on, and lead me, whether near or far,
Do what you will; it matters not to me.