Dialogue following No. 2
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Dialogue following No. 2
| Piscatore (softened). If you will only wait till half-past six, | |||||||
| I promise you to let you have your way. | |||||||
| Amandus. Thanks, kindly fisherman of middle age, | |||||||
| A fellow feeling binds us. (Shakes hands with him.) I will wait! |
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| Piscator. (cheerily). All things do come to him who can but wait, | |||||||
| If he wait long enough. I'll to my sport! (He goes out.) | |||||||
| (Enter Amanda across the bridge.) | |||||||
| Amanda (resigned). At last my mind's made up--what's left of it, | |||||||
| After the mouse-like gnawing of my woes, — And, once made up, that remnant is a dress Never to be unpicked! Oh! why, when I'm So very sad, is everything so gay? |
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