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That's

Too many by ten thousand and ten hundred

And ninety-nine! Vouch but your virgin self,

And I am satisfied.

Alack-a-day!

To be suspected after all these years.

Pardon a lover's jealousy; this kiss

Shall wipe away the memory of my wrong.

[Aside.] What will not loyalty drive a man to?

There!

He has the sweetest lips! And now begone,

Sweet signor, if you love me.

If, Brigitta!

Banish me then to outer darkness straight!

Farewell, my full-blown rose—let others prize

The opening bud—the ripe, rich flower for me!

Oh, the saints, how he talks! This way, sweet signor,

The secret door; the key you found and brought me

Unlocks it.

Else, why did I filch it from you—

And have this, its twin brother, forged to-day!