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Rh Signer Lorenzo! Again what would you with me?

LORENZO. No such suit As late I proffered, but your gracious pardon.

MARIA. Rise, sir, forgiven. I, too, have been to blame, Although less deeply than you deemed. For bear To bind your life. I feel myself unworthy Of that high station where your thoughts enthrone me. Yet I dare call myself your friend. [Offering him her hand, which LORENZO presses to his lips.

LORENZO. Thanks, thanks! Be blessed, and farewell. [Exit.

Daughter! Maria! Why, father, I am here (kissing him). Goodday. What will you?