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 [To ] Thou art to wait.

[Coming up to him caressingly] Thou—here!

[Courteously] Where is the lady Zuleika?

[Close to him] What matter Zuleika?—My name is Anset.

[Pushing her aside] Little he heedeth thy name! [She puts her head close to his shoulder] Thou shalt not kiss my hair.

[Simply] God forbid!

Oh! Oh! . . . Some evil thing hath flown into mine eye! [Putting her face up to his cheek.] I prithee, gentle shepherd, pluck it out!

[To her] Here is the mirror. Pluck it out, thyself. [To ] Heigho! I am glad I am not thy sister!

[Simply] So am I. [To who has stood apart, in mute adoration] Art thou hurt?

[Gasping with happiness at being spoken to] Oh—! It is nothing—my lord!

Give me thy hand. Let me see.

[In an agony of shyness] Nay, it is nothing.

The cunning wretch!

[Holding 's hand] How came this cut?

Shall we tell him?

[Covering her face with her hands, in a paroxysm of sobs] Cruel! Cruel!