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Nay, nay, mistress of my soul! I meant not to distress thee so much. Those tears are a greater punishment to me than I can bear. And let me wipe them off,—kiss them off. Thou shalt never shed tears again for Claudien's sternness.

What is the matter?

Nothing; I am only come to inform the Count that the master of the vessel is below, and wishes to know his will concerning the removal of his luggage.

Ha! very true; I should have waited for him at home, and it slipt from my memory entirely. Keep thee from being in love, fair Margaret, it makes one's head not worth a maravedi.

But the heart finds what the head loses, and where is the waste?

True, girl; and be pleasant and amusing to thy friend here, while I am absent.[Exit.