Nay, leave me. I know not what to say ... your blind
Attachment, is’t not cured?
R.Cure all but that
By my acceptance. (kneels.) I am thy true lover,
Thy only lover. Bid me rise beloved.
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D. Hush, some one comes. Rise! rise!
R. Thy hand! ’tis mine, ’tis mine.
(Kisses it and rises.)
Enter St. Nicholas with Gregory. Frederick and Laura following.