]. Very well, mamma.
[Taking her parasol and mantle.
SALOME. Wipe your eyes, I pray, or they will laugh at you!
NATO. They are quite dry; and what does anybody care about my eyes?
[Going.
SALOME. Come back soon; don't allow yourself to be delayed.
NATO. I will come back right away, dear mamma.
[Goes toward the right into the ante-room.
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