The Magician Soldier

Well?

I do not answer for being able to manage it.

Why is that?

I will be overcome by an itching to speak.

Here..., this is to make it pass.

AIR, The Cudgel.

I can then count on you?

You can count on me.
I will be worse than a Cerberus the three-headed hound of the underworld; a vigilant guard;
When I get angry,
The most severe duenna an older woman acting as a chaperone
Knows less how to wage war on gallants;
With good blows of a cudgel.
You will see Crispin
bis repeat

Keep them moving at a fast pace.

That is enough. Goodbye.... Mum is the word.

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SCENE IV.

Good; he is gone.

ARIETTA.

What favorable demon
Has made him so tractable?

One, two, three, four, five, and six,