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Who taught thee all this wit, this childish wit? Who does Mirando love? (embraces him again.)

Mir.He loves Victoria.

Vict. And wherefore loves he her?

Mir.Because she's pretty.

Isab. Hast thou no little prate to-day Mirando? No tale to earn a sugar-plumb withal?

Mir. Ay, that I have; I know who loves her grace.

Vict. Who is it pray? thou shalt have comfits for it.

''Mir. (looking slily at her.)'' It is—it is—it is the count of Maldo.

Vict. Away thou little chit, that tale is old, And was not worth a sugar-plumb when new.

Mir. Well then, I know who loves her highness well.

Vict. Who is it then?

Isab. Who is it naughty boy?

Mir. It is the handsome marquis of Carlatzi.

Vict. No, no, Mirando, thou art naughty still; Thou'st twice had comfits for that tale already.

Mir. Well then, indeed, I know who loves Victoria.

Vict. And who is he?

Mir. It is Mirando's self.

Vict. Thou little imp! this story is not new, But thou shalt have thy comfits. Let us go. Go run before us. Boy.

Mir. Nay, but I'll shew you how Count Wolvar did,