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BLAS.

Yes, she will soon be here;

She's coming from the wood.

ROMIERO.

With steps, I warrant,

Light as the bounding roe.

BLAS.

Nay, good my Lord,

Donna Zorada, somewhat lame, I guess,
Comes with slow steps, supported on the arm
Of young Don Maurice.

ROMIERO.

I'll bear her in my arms: she is in pain.

The very pressure of the velvet turf
Will do her injury.[Exit hastily.

GUZMAN (to PIETRO).

Thou wear'st a surly smile upon thy face,

Good Pietro, mine old friend; what may it mean?
Thy Lord, methinks, is a right tender husband.

PIETRO.

Ay, marry is he! I remember well

His lady mother urged him oft to wed.
"Become a woman's toy!" quoth he: "am I
Of such soft matter form'd, that you, forsooth,
Would make a husband of me?" Then he'd speak
Of women, even the fairest and the best,
With such sharp taunts, that she, good lady, sigh'd,
And in despair forbore all further plea.