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Oh ay! I see well enough, but I never will seem to look, fearing to distress them; thus I gain a double pleasure when I recite to them my poems; for I leave those poor fellows who have not breakfasted free to eat, even while I gratify my own dearest foible, see you!

Friend, I like you right well!…

Ho there! Lise!

So this fine captain is laying siege to you?

One haughty glance of my eye can conquer any man that should dare venture aught 'gainst my virtue.

Pooh! Conquering eyes, methinks, are oft conquered eyes.

But—