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THE RING
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Miriam.
My Mother's nurse and mine.
She comes to dress me in my bridal veil.

Father.
What did she say?

Miriam.
She said, that you and I
Had been abroad for my poor health so long
She fear'd I had forgotten her, and I ask'd
About my Mother, and she said, 'Thy hair
Is golden like thy Mother's, not so fine.'

Father.
What then? what more?