I:2:76 SIDO.
We are favoured.
We wait upon your steps.

I:2:77 LEON.
And feel that roses
Will spring beneath them.

I:2:78 COUN.
You are an adept, sir,
In our gay science.

I:2:79 LEON.
Faith, I stole it, lady,
From a loose Troubadour Sidonia keeps
To write his sonnets.

[Exeunt omnes.]




SCENE 3


A Chamber.

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