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Though the unripe appearance of a Page
For weightie trust, may render him too weak,
Yet this is he, who more than cautious Age,
Or like calm Death, will bury what we speak.

21.
This, Birtha, is the Boy, whose skilless face
Is safe from jealousie of oldest spies;
In whom, by whisper, we from distant place
May meet, or wink our meaning to his Eyes.

22.
More had he said to gain him her esteem,
But Orgo enters speechless with his Speed;
And by his looks more full of haste did seem,
Than when his spurs provok'd his flying Steed.

23.
And with his first recover'd breath he cries,
Hail my lov'd Lord, whom Fame does value so,
That when she swift with your successes flies,
She fears to wrong the World in being flow.

24.
I bring you more than tasts of Fortune's love,
Yet am afraid I err, in having dar'd
To think her favours could your gladness move;
Who have more worth than Fortune can reward.

25.
The Duke, with smiles, forewarns his hastie Tongue;
As loth he should proceed in telling more;
Kindly afraid to do his kindness wrong,
By hearing what he thought he knew before.

26.
Thy diligence (said he) is high desert;
It does in Youth supply defects of skill;
And is of dutie the most usefull part;
Yet art thou now but slow to Hurgonil.

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