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THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE.
Bridget Bruin.
How pretty you are!
Maurteen Bruin.
Your hair is wet with dew!
Bridget Bruin.
I'll chafe your poor chilled feet.
Maurteen Bruin.
You must have come
A long, long way, for I have never seen
Your pretty face, and must be tired and hungry;
Here is some bread and wine.
The Child.
They are both nasty.
Old mother, have you nothing nice for me.
Bridget Bruin.
I have some honey!
[She goes into the next room.
