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 [To ] Thy shoulder, boy. Her beauty turneth my heart to water. I am afraid of too great joy.

May the joy last forever, my lord.

Thou art too young—thou knowest not love.

I knew it not till I was brought hither. But now—

What! Tell me her name—

A bondman can breathe no names—

[Embracing him] Ask what thou wilt—

[Eagerly] My lord—

[Seeing the bridal procession] Nay!— Nay!—Away!—Zuleika!

[To the minstrels] Cease your minstrelsy!

My lord—

[To all present] I bid you all a kind farewell.

[Leading forward ] Farewell, great warrior.

[Motioning to the and  ''to go. To'' ] Farewell, my lord.

Ah! I am grown selfish in my joy. [To ] Stay, friends.