Springer. The devil! (aside.) What is to be done? (aloud.) Go and find another one. Muff. It's in vain, Springer. What do you think, Esmeralda? Wenzel (who was casting loving glances at Esmeralda all this time.) She'd be a girl, wh-who'd suit me, Esmeralda (encouraging him). Why do you look at me so? Wenzel (bashfully). Co-co-could you love me? Muff (who took Wenzel in with the glance of a connoisseur, to Springer.) Ah, just look: the bear-hide
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Springer. Then go and (The Indian goes.) (to Wenzel.) Here, my dear! Wenzel (joyfully). Da-da-dance? (sadly.) Alas, dance I ca-ca-cannot! Esmeralda. Easily Wenzel (happily). Love! There's something in that. Springer. A happy life awaits you: Esmeralda. What? You are still thinking about it?
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THE BARTERED BRIDE.
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