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56 I have nothing left.

Folly!

But what a graceful action! Think!

Hum!

Sir, my heart mislikes to know you fast.

See, all you need. Serve yourself!

Gentle child, Although my Gascon pride would else forbid To take the least bestowal from your hands, My fear of wounding you outweighs that pride, And bids accept…

A trifle!… These few grapes.

Nay, but this bunch!…

A glass of water fair!…

And half a macaroon!

What foolery!