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Rh I hold them with. On just cause to be angered, Is merely human. Yet they sound my temper ; They try to lead me like some half-tamed beast, That must be coaxed. Well, I may laugh thereat. But I am not myself to-day ; strange pains Shoot through my head and limbs and vex my spirit. Oh, I have wronged my child ! Return, Maria ! [Exit, calling.

May I come in, dear father ?

Child, you ask ?

You study late. I came to bid good-night.