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Mar.See here the flowers
I have plucked. Know’st thou, Giovanni, why they grow?
Pal. How meanest thou?
Mar.Why in one place one flower
Will grow, and not another.
Pal.Canst thou tell?
Mar. The spirits of good men, allowed to wander
After their death about the mortal sites
Where once they dwelt, there where they love to rest