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If she should get him, 'twere almost as bad!

Her myrtle wreath the boys would tear;

And then we girls would plague her too,

For we chopp'd straw before her door would strew!

[Exit.]

MARGARET (walking toward home)

How stoutly once I could inveigh,

If a poor maiden went astray;

Not words enough my tongue could find,

'Gainst others' sin to speak my mind!

Black as it seemed, I blacken'd it still more,

And strove to make it blacker than before.

And did myself securely bless—

Now my own trespass doth appear!

Yet ah!—what urg'd me to transgress,

God knows, it was so sweet, so dear!