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I don't care so much about having a soul;— Give me rather

What, child?

[Pointing to his turban.]                                  That lovely opal! [Enchanted, handing her the jewel.]  Anitra! Anitra! true daughter of Eve! I feel thee magnetic; for I am a man, And, as a much-esteemed author has phrased it: "Das Ewig-Weibliche ziehet uns an!" SCENE SEVENTH. ''A moonlight night. The palm-grove outside tent.''

'' is sitting beneath a tree, with an Arabian lute in his hands. His beard and hair are clipped; he looks considerably younger.''

[Plays and sings.]

I double-locked my Paradise, And took its key with me. The north-wind bore me seaward ho! While lovely women all forlorn Wept on the ocean strand.