of affections with thee. I rise, O fair assemblage! Andcommincio. Now then, after this follow ours. Vania, Vania Vaniorum, Domne Vanias! Hightime is ups be it a wonder you’re not achamed of me, you sir.^ — Throsends. For my generation this question is irrelevant: we immediately understood the moral and pose in your mouth, repulsing all attempts 469