O, I thought wrong—’tis nothing. All I have done,
Or would do, I cast aside: I love thee only.
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Mar. Giovanni.
Pal.O, ’tis true, there’s nothing noble,
Beautiful, sacred, dear, familiar to me,
I hold now at a straw’s worth: body and soul
I am thine, Margaret, I am thine. O, answer me!
Mar. Giovanni, ’tis so strange. ’Tis best I go.
Pal. Thou didst kiss Rosso’s hand.