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Hush, hush! I hear the footsteps of a man, But not Rasinga.—It is Samarkoon; I know his rapid tread.—Be wise; be silent; For he awhile must live in ignorance.

A happy morning to you, youthful kinsman!

As it may prove, good lady: happy morning Oft leads to woeful eve, ay, woeful noon.

These are strange sombre words; what is the matter? Why dost thou look both sorrowful and stern?

I have good cause, if that which I have heard Be aught but a malignant, hateful tale, On mere conjecture founded. Answer me, If thou know'st nothing of a num'rous train In preparation, by Rasinga's orders, To fetch home to his house a fair young bride? For if to thee unknown, there's no such thing.— [A pause, he looking inquisitively in her face.] Thou dost not speak; thou dost not answer me;