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 Riccio: What is the love you look for? Mary: Rest from tumult. Escape. You could not know.

Riccio: No. But I pity you. Mary: I should reprove you for that. But it's a good venture, the best you could make. It might trouble you. But it will pass. You will think of yourself only to console; that will be your safety. Riccio: You will not let them dismiss me? I am happy here.

Mary: It is right that you should be happy. You shall stay, never fear.

Riccio: To serve you always. I can give light and air a little, that at least. I should have been king in this place.

Mary (giving him her hand to kiss): Now you may sing to me.

Riccio (singing): The snows come, and frosty pools Forbid the birds to sing. The pilgrim of the wilderness Complains the tardy spring.