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Rh cuts me down, and begs his cousin to take me for her steward. Well, but how came it about that you were thus ruined ?

Oh ! Lise loved the warriors, and I loved the poets ! What cakes there were that Apollo chanced to leave were quickly snapped up by Mars. Thus ruin was not long a-coming.

[rising, and calling up to the open window]. Roxane, are you ready ? They wait for us !

I will but put me on a cloak !

They wait us there opposite, at Clomire's house. She receives them all there to-day the prfaieusts, the poets; they read a discourse on the Tender Passion.

The Tender Passion?

Ay, indeed 1 [Calling up to the window.] Roxane, an you come not down quickly, we shall miss the discourse on the Tender Passion !