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And noble Carlos too—and all of you— (Taking all their hands, one after another.) I am indeed so mated. Bring me a cooling cup, I pray, good Heugho, What, wilt thou still upon thine aged limbs These cumb'rous forms impose? These surly times Suit not such ceremony, worthy Heugho.

Be health and sweet refreshment in the draught, My royal master!

And so there is: few cups presented thus Come with such kindness. But I have, in truth, Shrunk, as a potentate, to such small grasp, That now I fairly may put in my claim To the affections of a man—Brave friends, Justiniani, I with thee alone Have cause of quarrel in this day's long toil.

How so, an' please your highness? The holy hermit, counting o'er his beads, Is not more scrupulous than I have been Naught of his sacred duty to omit.