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Yes, Madam, he did earnestly desire it. He bade me say to you, no lover ever Gazed on the features of a plighted mistress With such intense and yearning love as he Will gaze upon this image.

Yes; he will look, and think that in return It looks with love on him; but woe is me! He cannot know how dearly in my heart His image is impress'd. I call to mind His kind caresses in my infant years; His noble form in warlike harness braced, When he returning caught me to his heart, And heard my simple welcome with delight, Filling his eyes with tears. I well remember— Dost thou not also, Nurse? the voice of fondness With which, ev'n when I cross'd his graver mood, He called me little Zada. O 't was sweet! I thought so then; but now it haunts mine ear Like portion of some broken melody, Which mocking bird is so enamour'd of, He will not learn the whole.—And say, good Nurse, That I will surely see him ere he go, If it be possible.[Exit Nurse. (After a thoughtful pause.) "My little Zada! tush, my little fool! I will not have thee for my playfellow, If thou art so perverse."