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That you wish to become their support.
It is well done; I am good, and I oppose nothing.
To oblige is never a foolish expense.
I have pleasure when you do good;
I am brutal when one robs you. (He exits.)
Children, leave your work,
Come near these hills
To harvest in the shade
Spread by these elms,
I fulfill the certain laws
That my heart knows how to teach me.
When you take on pains
I must spare you them.
Come, come near the hills, etc.
Preserve yourselves to please me...
Your happiness is mine;
I am its guardian,
And it is looking after my own well-being.
Come, come, etc.
(The harvesters come at Candor's voice; he leads them to work on the other side of the mountain.)