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Come, noble Samarkoon! nay, look more gracious: If thou disdain'st to thank him for thy life, That falls to me, and I will do it gladly. (Presenting to .) This is the boon which thou hast granted me, The life of Samarkoon: a boon more precious To him who grants than who receives it. Yet Take my most ardent thanks; take many thanks From other grateful bosoms, beating near thee.

And mine; O mine! wilt thou not look upon me? I do not now repine that thou art changed: Be happy with another fairer dame, It shall not grieve me now.

Away, Artina, do not thank me thus. Remove her, Samarkoon, a little space. (Waving them off.) Juan de Creda, art thou satisfied? Have I done well?

Yes, I am satisfied.

But I am not; and that which I have done Would not have satisfied the generous Saviour