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294 To snatch me from that dream of restful love? Oh, Juan, you will save me, you will help, Tell me you will I have lost all for you!

To-morrow you will laugh at fears like these. You have lost naught you have but won my love. Lose not your faith in that your shield and weapon.

I tremble still in every limb. Good-night, I must be gone. To-morrow when you come, Be wary with my father ; he is fierce In love and hatred. Listen and look, my lord. If one dared say to me but yester-morn That I would meet at night a stranger youth In mine own garden, talk with him of love, And hint a thought against the Spagnoletto, I had smitten with this bauble such a one. [Pointing to a jewelled poniard in her belt. Kiss me, my Juan, once again. Good-night. [Exit MABIA.

Has he come often?