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Ay, and this curtain'd couch!—For whom, I pray, Prepare ye this, good Blas?

I do not know, my Lord.

Thou dost not know! Why dost thou blush so strangely as thou speak'st? Compose thyself; I do not seek to know. What scented thing is this? it smells most sweetly.

It is a box of aromatic gums.

It needs must be some dainty fair for whom Such delicacies are provided. Ay, And learned too, I guess, for here are books. A soldier's book ! (Turning over its leaves.) Ha! 'tis mine own old friend.

His name is then upon it.

Thou seem'st alarm'd, m'ethinks: how's this? whose name?

I do not know, my Lord. Your own old friend.