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I should despise myself, if any food Could bear such value in my estimation, As that it should to me a straw's worth seem, To feed on homeliest, or on richest fare.

So much the better. (They sit down.)

If I may guess from all I see around me, The luxuries and follies of the world Have long been banish'd here.

Why look'st thou so? What is there in my face that thou would'st scan? I'm old and live alone: what would'st thou know?

I crave your pardon, and repress all wishes That may disturb you.

The night wears on, let us both go to rest.

I thank you, for in truth I'm very tir'd.