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I doubt it not: Don Juen loved him well, As it was thought.

Say'st thou, as it was thought! I've often seen them spend whole days together, Neglecting all the sports of hall or field, In some sequester'd corner, side by side, Pacing, though young, with the slow steps of age, Each like the other's shadow; whilst, by turns, Such power of words flow'd from them, and their eyes With pleasure or with gentle anger flush'd, As the keen wilful sporting of their minds Through some wild chace of thought pursued the game. I mark'd them oft: it was a pleasing sight.

Were they, indeed, such dear and loving friends?

Yes, gentle youth, they were.—It seem'd, in truth, As though each kept his thoughts i' th' other's breast, Lock'd up even from himself, having when met, And only then, free use of his own treasure.

So closely knit?