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olly, jolly, they say, They say--but I never tried. Nor shall I ever till they dress their girls In motley suits, and pair us, to increase The race of fools. 'Twould be a noble thing, A motley woman, had she wit enough To bear the bell. But there's the misery: You may make princes out of any stuff; Fools come by nature. She'll make fifty kings-- Good, hearty tyrants, sound, cruel governors-- For one fine fool. There is Paolo, now, A sweet-faced fellow with a wicked heart-- Talk of a flea, and you begin to scratch. Lo! here he comes. And there's fierce crook-back's bride Walking beside him--O, how gingerly! Take care, my love! that is the very pace We trip to hell with. Hunchback is away-- That was a fair escape for you; but, then, The devil's ever with us, and that's worse. See, the Ravenna giglet, Mistress Ritta, And melancholy as a cow.--How's this? I'll step aside, and watch you, pretty folks. [_Hides behind the bushes._ _Enter_ PAOLO _and_ FRANCESCA, _followed by_ RITTA. _He seats himself in an arbour, and reads._ RITTA _and_ FRANCESCA _advance._ FRANCESCA. Ritta. RITTA. My lady. FRANCESCA. You look tired. RITTA. I'm not. FRANCESCA. Go to your chamber. RITTA. I would rather stay. If it may please you. I require a walk And the fresh atmosphere of breathing flowers, To stir my blood. I am not very well. FRANCESCA. I knew it, child. Go to your chamber, dear. Paolo has a book to read to me. RITTA. What, the romance? I should so love to hear! I dote on poetry; and Count Paolo Sweetens the Tuscan with his mellow voice. I'm weary now, quite weary, and would rest. FRANCESCA. Just now you wished to walk. RITTA. Ah! did I so? Walking or resting, I would stay with you. FRANCESCA. The Count objects. He told me, yesterday, That you were restless while he read to me; And stirred your feet amid the grass, and sighed, And yawned, until he almost paused. RITTA. Indeed I will be quiet. FRANCESCA. But he will not read. RITTA. Let me go ask him. [_Runs toward_ PAOLO. FRANCESCA. Stop! Come hither, Ritta. [_She returns._] I saw your new embroidery in the hall,-- The need
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