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There comes my brother, let us not betray
Where the conversation has turned,
We would have to bear his jest,
Just as our clothing endured his mockery.
I am looking for Tasso, whom I find nowhere,
And I do not encounter him—not even here with you.
Can you give me no news of him?
I saw him little yesterday, and not at all today.
It is an old fault of his that he seeks
Solitude more than company.