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 Are you dreaming? Talking in sleep? An excellent jest, forsooth! We shall no doubt right courteously entreat him To honour with his hand the richest heiress In Europe.

That will not be necessary.

Methinks 'twere well, tho' not to run the hazard.

His father loves him, Count Octavio Will interpose no difficulty

His! His father! his! But your's, niece, what of your's?

Why I begin to think you fear his father, So anxiously you hide it from the man; His father, his, I mean.

Niece, you are false.

Are you then wounded? O, be friends with me!

You hold your game for won already. Do not Triumph too soon!—

Nay now, be friends with me. COUNTESS.