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taking up the song from Bdelycleon
. . . let yourself be won over by his words;  come, be not too obstinate or too perverse. Would that I had a relative or kinsman to correct me thus! Clearly some god is at hand and  is now protecting you and loading you with benefits. Accept them.
I will feed him, I will give him everything that is suitable for an old man; oatmeal gruel, a cloak, soft furs, and a wench to rub his tool  and his loins. But he keeps silent and will not utter a sound; that's a bad sign.