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280 You may command my hours and all that’s mine. DON JOHN (rising). Thanks, generous master. When may I return For the first sitting?

I am ready now To-day, to-morrow when your Highness please.

T would be abuse of goodness to accept The present moment. I will come to-morrow, At the same hour, in some more fitting garb. Your hand, sir, and farewell. Salute for me, I pray you, the signora. May I not hope To see and thank her for her grace to me, In so adorning my poor feast ?

The debt is ours. She may be here to-morrow she is free, She only, while I work, to come and go. Pray, sir, allow her she is never crossed. I stoop to beg for her she is the last Who bides with me I crave your pardon, sir ; What should this be to you ?