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and wondered?

MYSELF Many times

CONTRA Have you not beheld a thin-veiled mockery in her look?

Why, poor fool, has she not mocked you from the first? You dream

of her lips Were not their smiles but coquetry and derision?

MYSELF But why should she deride me?

CONTRA For your youth and--innocence

MYSELF My youth! rain, didn't you boast that you had

known but feomen?

MYSELF I did, but-CONTRA Didn't she call you boy! boy! boy!--and laugh at you?

MYSELF Well--even so-CONTRA (with bitter scorn) O Boy! O Innocent of the innocent!

Go to, for a bookish fool! Learn that lovely ladies yield

the, who

have wooed often, and triuet the maudlin sentiment of thy books and old

rohtes," thytheir ladies on

bended knee; open thine eyes, learn that wo hand, the bold eye, the ready tongue; kneel to her,

and she will scorn and contemn you What woman, think you, would

prefer the soleh he

be the king of ayety of a debonair

Lothario (though he be but the shadow of a ue hath not the trick, nor thyof a fair and lovely lady

Thou'rt well enough in want of a better, but, when Lothario

comes, must she not run to meet him with arms outstretched?