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Rh Ay! and worse!

Then tell her so!

No!

And why not!

Look at my face!—be answered!

She'd love me—were I ugly.

Said she so?

Ay! in those words!

I'm glad she told you that! But pooh!—believe it not! I am well pleased She thought to tell you. Take it not for truth.

Never grow ugly:—she'd reproach me then!

That I intend discovering!

No! I beg!

Ay! she shall choose between us!—Tell her all!