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Rh Hist! Hist!…

To read poetry, 'tis better here…

What! leave the cakes?…

Never! Let's take them with us!

Ah! if I see but the faint glimmer of hope, then I draw out my letter!

Enter!… [Walking up to the .] Two words with you, Duenna.

Four, Sir, an it like you.