Asan. Nay, indeed! Gycia. Oh, thou dear youth! Asan. I weary for the day When we our mutual love shall crown with marriage. Gycia. Not yet, my love, we are so happy now. Asan. But happier then, dear Gycia. Gycia. Nay, I know not If I could bear it and live. But hark, my love! The music ceases, and the sated guests 55 55 Will soon be sped. Thou must resume thy place Of honour for a little. I must go, If my reluctant feet will bear me hence, To dream of thee the livelong night. Farewell, Farewell till morning. All the saints of heaven Have thee in keeping!
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