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 She hath only told half the tale.

She never knew she had cut herself till we showed her the wound.

[In distress] Forbear! Forbear!

Come! What is the jest?

She was wholly lost in gazing

Mercy! Mercy!

[Angrily] Gazing on whom? Must I grow angered?

On my Lord Joseph.

[Seizing 's wounded hand, with rage] Thou!

[In agony] My hand! My hand!

[Still holding her; fiercely] Thou wast with him anon in the garden!

[With sincere sorrow] With Joseph, my lady—? Alas, no!

[With a bitter laugh] That ringeth true. [To the others] Which of you was it, then?

Not I.

Nor I.

Was he there?

Had I known he was there

I should have forestalled thee!

[ enters R.]

[Eagerly] Wakara!

He is here.

Ah—! Bid him wait!