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60 "I'll weep no more!" Aha! I like the girl. And if— Ho! whither goest thou? [To Parthenia, who is going off with two goblets. Par. Where should I go? to yonder brook, to cleanse the cups. Ing. No ! stay and talk with me. Par. I have duties to perform. [Going. Ing. Stay — I command you, slave! Par. I am no slave ! your hostage, but no slave. I go to cleanse the cups. [Exit Ing. Ho! here's a self-willed thing — here is a spirit! [Mimicking her. "I will not, I am no slave ! I have duties to perform! Take me for hostage!" and she flung back her head As though she brought with her a ton of gold! "I'll weep no more," — Aha! an impudent thing. She pleases me! I love to be opposed; I love my horse when he rears, my dogs when they snarl, The mountain torrent, and the sea, when it flings Its foam up to the stars; such things as these Fill me with life and joy. Tame indolence Is living death! the battle of the strong Alone is life! [During this speech Parthenia has returned with ''the cups and a bundle of field flowers. She seats'' ''herself on a piece of rock in front.  Ing.'' Ah ! she is here again. (He approaches her, and leans over her on the rock.) What art thou making there? Par. I? garlands. Ing. Garlands? (Musing.) It seems to me as I before had seen her In a dream! How! Ah, my brother! — he who died A child — yes, that is it. My little Folko — She has his dark-brown hair, his sparkling eye: Even the voice seems known again to me; I'll not to sleep — I'll talk to her. [Returns to her. These you call garlands, And wherefore do you weave them ? Par. For these cups. Ing. How ? Par. Is it not with you a custom ? With us At home, we love to intertwine with flowers Our cups and goblets.