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298 I spake not, father. I regret with you The Prince should leave us ; you have more enjoyed His young companionship than any stranger’s These many years.

Well, well, enough of him. He hath a winning air so far, so good. I know not that I place more trust in him Than in another. T is a lying world; I am too old now to be duped or dazzled By fair externals.

Enter, carrying a kirtlefull of flowers.

Father, see ! my roses Have blossomed over night ; I bring you some To prank your study. Sister, Don Tommaso Seeks you below.

I will go meet him. Father, Until to-morrow. [Embraces and exit.

[ sits by her father s side and displays her flowers.