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Rh Of bolts and bars and locks! Lord knows the twitter

I've been in all to-day about the key

I lost this morning; it unlocks the door

Of the turnpike stair that leads down to the street.

'T was lucky I came by just when you dropped it.

Dropped!—nay, signor, 't was whipped off by some cut-purse

That thought to filch my coin.

That 's a shrewd guess!

He must have flung it from him where I found it,

Not knowing [bowing to her] of what jewel it unlocked the casket!

How can I ever pay your pains that brought it back?

By ever and anon giving me leave

To come and sun myself in your chaste presence.

Alas, sweet signor!

Oh, divine Brigitta!

But I must say farewell. Vespers are over;

My mistress will be waiting; she's so fearful.