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And tell him thou thyself art captive here, Though others be in thraldom of thy beauty, And shalt not be released. [Exit.

Thou seest how gallantly old hearts will warm At sight of winning youth. He almost woos thee: And yet I would not pay a stepdame's duty, Where I would rather yield a sister's love.

These words of kindness! Oh, you will undo me With so much kindness! (Bursts into tears.)

Dear, gentle creature! Have I given thee pain? I have unwittingly

Done nought amiss. I have a silly weakness in my nature; I can bear frowning coldness or neglect, But kindness makes me weep.

And can it be that coldness or neglect Should e'er be thine to bear?

Better than me have borne it.