Ah! well, I am old,

And age forgets. But this I tell thee, daughter:

If in my youth I had seen a young man's gaze

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Grow troubled, and he should start, and his cheek pale,

A young girl drawing near, I had almost thought

Him suddenly in love.

Gycia.

Oh, nay indeed!

Who should be favoured thus? There is no woman

In our poor Cherson worthy that his gaze

Might rest on her a moment.

Lama.

Ah, my girl,

Is it thus with thee? They say that love is blind,

And thou art blind, therefore it may be, Gycia,

That thou too art in love. Tell me how it is.

Couldst thou love this man, if he loved thee?

Gycia (throwing herself on her father's neck). Father!

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