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Roxane!

No!

She stays!

A comb!—Soap!—My uniform is torn!—A needle!—A ribbon!—Lend your mirror!—My cuffs!—Your curling-iron!—A razor!…

No! Nought shall make me stir from this spot!

It is perchance more seemly, since things are thus, that I present to you some of these gentlemen