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I bought your soul, and there's no sense in fear
Now the soul's gone.
MIDDLE-AGED MAN
Give me my soul again.
WOMAN (going on her knees and clinging to MERCHANT)
And take this money too, and give me mine.
SECOND MERCHANT
Bear bastards, drink or follow some wild fancy;
For sighs and cries are the soul's work,
And you have none.
(Throws the woman off.)
PEASANT
Come, let's away.
ANOTHER PEASANT
Yes, yes.
ANOTHER PEASANT
Come quickly; if that woman had not screamed
I would have lost my soul.
ANOTHER PEASANT
Come, come away.
(They turn to door, but are stopped by shouts of "Countess Cathleen! Countess Cathleen!")
CATHLEEN (entering)
And so you trade once more?
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