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My friend!

Ah, ditto.

Falk, your hand! The tide Of joy's so vehement, it will perforce Break out—

Hullo there; you must first be tried; Sentence and hanging follow in due course. Now, what on earth's the matter? To conceal From me, your friend, this treasure of your finding; For you'll confess the inference is binding: You've come into a prize off Fortune's wheel!

I've snared and taken Fortune's blessed bird!

How? Living,—and undamaged by the steel?

Patience; I'll tell the matter in one word. I am engaged! Conceive—!

[quickly].

Engaged!