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She was th' embodied form of innocence; The simple sweetness of a cottage child, Join'd to a lady's grace.

Her's seem'd, indeed, the loveliness of virtue.

Even so; but that is changed. She cannot now So look, so smile, so step; for if she could, I should defy all proof of circumstance To move me to suspicion.

Nay, good Romiero, know thy nature better. A circumstance as trivial as the glance Or meaning smile of some young varlet page Would tempt thee to suspect a saint of heaven. But cease debate; your scout returns in haste.

My Lord, they're in the wood: I've seen them.

Whom?

The Nurse, my Lord, went first, and close behind her Donna Zorada stole like one afraid.