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Thou hast never wronged him, Willingly, my Helena, never yet By word, or deed, or wish, did I e'er harm A human being; but by me and mine Was Garcia deeply injured. Seek not now To learn the story, and guard well your ears From vulgar slanders; do not trust your eyes To whisper to your heart an evil thought, Because a cruel destiny hath marked His form with haggard misery: he'd show Not so unseemly in a velvet robe; But tattered weeds, and scars, and sun-burnt brows, Detract from outward beauty. Why dost thou Deny his history? It is unjust, For I shall doubt until I be convinced. Come, come, Giovanni, hide it not from me.