Tell me, is it true or not? Hans (playfully). 'Tis hard to answer simply! Marie. An answer only, false man! Hans. Well, then, yes, indeed! Marie. You show not one trace of remorse, Hans (tenderly, slyly). O you beloved one, let me but Marie. With our love Hans (laughing). Ha, ha, ha, ha! Marie (angrily). What? Is ridicule my love's reward? Hans (still laughing). I must tell you something. Marie (interrupts). Don't torture me any more! Hans. My dearest love, just listen, Marie. A fairy-tale made up by you,
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SCENE VII. (Kezal and Former.) Kezal. Here, Hans! Do you want your money now? Marie. Ah! Kezal (to Marie). Well, then, do you take Hans. Yes. I can guarantee that! Kezal. That's right, Marie. There's nothing in it, for he lies! Hans. What will you wager that she'll do it? Marie. What? Hans? And you wanted
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THE BARTERED BRIDE.
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