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THE SPAGNOLETTO.
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- Enter from the opposite side Don John and Maria.
DON JOHN.
I dread to ask
What quivers on my lips. My heart is free,
But thine?
MARIA.
My heart is free, my lord.
DON JOHN.
Thank God!
MARIA.
It never beat less calmly at the sound
Of any voice till now. I laugh to think
This very morn I fancied it had met
Its master.
DON JOHN.
Ah!
MARIA.
Fear naught—a simple boy,
A pupil of my father’s.
DON JOHN.
I was mad
To dream it could be otherwise. Forgive me;
I, a mere stranger in thy life, am jealous
Of all thy present and thy past.
