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Ay, ay!

They're well.

Thank Heaven, they are!—But yet thy words are slow: Does she not follow thee? Waits she my coming?

She surely does expect it.

What voice, what looks are these? O speak more freely! If there is mercy in thee, speak more freely! (Pauses and looks earnestly at him.) Something is wrongI have nor wife nor child!

They are both well: have I not spoke plain words?

Plain words! yes, baldly plain; reserved and heartless. Thou dost not use me like a fellow soldier, In the same warfare worn.—What hast thou seen?