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ROMIERO.

Ay, as for parrots, jays, and kirtled apes,

To make vain sport withal. It makes me sick
To think of what you seem and what you are.

BEATRICE.

But say not all, because there are a few.

GUZMAN.

Fair lady, hold no further parley now.

(To Romiero.) And come with me, my friend.
[Exeunt Romiero and Guzman.

BEATRICE (looking after him).

What strange tormenting fancy haunts him now?

She leads a life worse than an Islam slave,
Who weds with such as him. Save me from that!

Enter Maurice by the window, having previously peeped in to see if she were alone.

MAURICE.

Dear Beatrice! to find thee thus alone——

BEATRICE.

Good Heaven preserve us! what has brought thee back?

MAURICE.

To see and hear thee, Love, and yet again

To touch thy fair soft hand.

BEATRICE.

An errand, truly.

To make thee track thy steps so many miles!