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`` Now comes the fool , the miscreant , hesitating in his broken answer . ` My dearest love , I am quite confounded . There is no withstanding your eloquence . If you can forgive a repentant villain , I vow by all that 's sacred -- and may a thunderbolt strike me dead at your feet if I am not sincere -- that I will , by marriage , before to-morrow noon , without waiting for anybody , do you all the justice I can . And you shall ever after direct me as you please till you have made me more worthy of your angelic purity . Nor will I presume so much as to touch your garment till I can call so great a blessing lawfully mine . ' '' ` Oh , thou guileful betrayer !