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Heaven knows! but this fantastical Rovani, Whom as his deputy he leaves behind, Already takes upon him, by my faith! As if his kingdom were to last for ever.

Thou speak'st in spleen; he seems to me right gracious.

I say not in the way of tyranny He takes upon him; 't is his very graciousness, His condescending vanity I hate. A vain, assuming coxcomb! Ev'n when Garcio Frown'd like a master o'er us, yet my heart Acknowledged him as such, and loved him oft The better for his sternness.

Didst thou? I'm sure full many a time and oft Thou'st grumbled like a fiend, whene'er his orders, Too roughly given, have cross'd thy wiser will.

Well, well; perhaps I have; yet, ne'ertheless. Would he were with us still!

Ay, would he were!