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Rh and.

What is the matter, Sittah?

She has swooned.

Who is she?

Don't you know?

'Tis Nathan's child. What ails her?

No, I'll not rise not rise, nor even look Upon the Sultan's countenance, nor wonder At the bright lustre of unchanging truth And goodness on his brow and in his eye, Before

Rise, rise

Before he promises

Come, come! I promise, whatsoe'er your prayer.

'Tis only this—to leave my father to me, And me to him. As yet I cannot tell seeks to be my father : who it is