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Rh Truly, a gorgeous show! Pink, yellow, crimson, white which is the fairest? Those with the deepest blush should best become you Nay, they accord not with your hair s red gold; The white ones suit you best pale, innocent, So flowers too can lie ! Is not that strange? [MARIA looks at him in mingled wonder and affright. He roughly brushes aside all the flowers upon the floors, then picks one up and carefully plucks it to pieces. I think not highly of your flowers, girl; I have plucked this leaf by leaf; it has no heart. See there ! [He laughs contemptuously.

What have I done ? Alas ! what mean you? Have you then lost your reason?

Nay, but found it. I, who was dull of wit, am keen at last. &quot; Don John is comely,&quot; and &quot; Don John is kind ;&quot; &quot; A wonderful musician is Don John,&quot; &quot; A princely artist &quot; and then, meek of mien, You enter in his presence, modest, simple. And who beneath that kitten grace had spied