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A gentleman, Favored of earth and heaven, true and loving, Hath cast his heart at my imperial feet; And if to-morrow find me as to-day, I will e en stoop and raise it to mine own.

Signer Vitruvio?

Not he, indeed! Did not I say favored of earth and heaven? That should mean other gifts than bags of gold, Or a straight-featured mask. Nor will it be Any you name, though you should name him right. Must it not lie how many fathom deep The secret of a woman’s foolish heart?

Kiss me, Maria. You are still a child. You cannot vex me, wilful as you be. Your choice, I fear not, doubtless t will prove wise, Despite your wild wit, for your heart is pure,