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Did'st thou not say so?—Husbands, lovers, friends, Not one return'd again.

Ter. So I believe.

Aur.Thou but believest then?

Ter. As I was told

Ed.Thou hast the story wrong. Four years gone by, one did return again; But marr'd, and maim'd, and chang'd—a woeful man. Aur. And what tho' every limb were hack'd and maim'd, And roughen'd o'er with scars?—he did return. (Rising lightly from her seat.) I would a pilgrimage to Iceland go, To the Antipodes or burning zone, To see that man who did return again, And her who did receive him.—Did receive him! O what a moving thought lurks here!—How was't? Tell it me all: and oh, another time, Give me your tale ungarbled.—

Ha, Viola! 'tis my first sight of thee Since our long vigil. Thou hast had, I hope, A sound and kindly sleep.

Viol. Kindly enough, but somewhat cross'd with dreams.

Aur. How cross'd? what was thy dream? O tell it me! I have an ear that craves for every thing