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Mir. I wonder what my friend can see in this Mir. Now she rants girl to admire her!

(Aside. Quæ quibus anteferam? Jam jam nec Bis. A wild, foppish, extravagant rake.

marima Juno."

(Aside. Bis. A man! No, the woman's birth was Mir. A light, whimsical, impertinent madcap. spirited away.

(Aside. Mir. Right, right, Madam : the very words. Bis. Whom do you mean, Sir ?

Bis. And some pernicious elf left in the cradle, Mir. Whom do you mean,

Madam?

with human shape, to palliate growing mischief. Bis. A fellow that has nothing left to re-esta (Speak together, and raise their voices ty blish him for a human creature, but a prudent

degrees. resolution to hang himself.

Mir. “ Perfide, sed duris genuit te cautius Mir. There is a way, Madam, to force me to horrens that resolution.

Caucasus, Hyrcanæque admorunt Ubeta Bis. I'll do it with all my heart.

gres." Mir. Then you must marry me.

Bis. Go, Sir, fly to your midnight revelsBis. Lookye, Sir, don't think your ill manners Mir. Excellent ! o me shall excuse your ill usage of my friend, nor "I sequere Italiam ventis, pete regna per by fixing a quarrel here, to divert my zeal for the

undas, absent: for I'm resolved, nay, I come prepared, to Spero eqidem mediis, si quid pia Numina make you a panegyric that shall mortify your

possunt."

[Together again. pride like any modern dedication.

Bis. Now the devil take his impudence he Mir. And T, Madam, like a true modern patron, vexes me so, I don't know whether to cry or laugh shall hardly give you thanks for your trouble. at him.

(Aside. Bis. Come, Sir, to let you see what little founda Mir. Bravely performed, my dear Libyan. 11 tion you have for your dear sufficiency, I'll take write the tragedy of Dido, and you shall act the you to pieces.

part: but you do nothing at all, unless you fret Mir. And what piece will you choose ? yourself into a fit, for here the poor lady is stified

Bis. Your heart, to be sure; 'cause I should with vapours, drops into the arms of her maids; get presently rid on't; your courage I would give and the cruel, barbarous, deceitful wanderer is in to à Hector, your wit to a play-maker, your the very next line called pious Æneas.—There is honour to an attorney, your body to the physicians, authority for ye. and your soul to its Master. Mir. I had the oddest dream last night of the

Sorry indeed Æneas stood

To see her in a pout; duchess of Burgundy; methought the furbelows

But Jove himself, who ne'er thought good of her gown were pinned up so high bebind, that

To stay a second bout, I could not see her head for her tail.

Commands him off with all his crew, Bis. The creature don't mind me! (Aside.) And leaves poor Dy, as I leave you. Do you think, Sir, that your humourous imperti

(Runs off. nence can divert me? No, Sir, I'm above any pleasure that you can give, but that of seeing you agreeable fellow. O’my conscience, I must excuse

Bis. Go thy ways, for a dear, mad, deceitful, miserable. And mark me, Sir, my friend, my Oriana. injured friend, shall yet be doubly happy, and you shall be a husband as much as the rites of marriage,

That lover soon his angry fair disarms. and the breach of them, can make you.

Whose slighting pleases, and whose faults are

charms.
(MIRABEL pulls out a Virgil, and reads
to himself.

Re-enter Petit, who runs about to every door, Mir. “At regina dolos, (quis fallere possit

and knocks. amantem ?)

Pet. Mr. Mirabel! Sir, where are you? nuDissimulare etiam sperasti, perfide tantum," where to be found ? Very true, “ Posse nefas."

Re-enter MIRABEL. By your favour, friend Virgil, 'twas but a ras Mir. What's the matter, Petit ? cally trick of your hero b forsake poor Pug so Pet. Most critically met-Ah, Sir, that one inhumanly.

who has followed the game so long, and brought Bis. I don't know what to say to him. (Aside.) the poor hare just under his paws, should let s The devil -what's Virgil to us, Sir ?

mongrel cur chop in, and run away with the poss. Mir. Very much, Madam; the most a-propos Mir. If your worship can get out of your alle in the world for what should chop upon but gories, be pleased to tell me in three words what the very place where the perjured rogue of a lover you mean! and the forsaken lady are battling it tooth and Pet. Plain, plain, Sir. Your mistress and nail. Come, Madam, spend your spirits no longer; mine is going to be married. we'll take an easier method; I'll be Æneas now, Mir. believe you lie, Sir. and you shall be Dido, and we'll rail by book. Pet. Your humble servant, Sir. (Going Madam Dido.

Mir. Come hither, Petit. Married, say you " Nec te noster amor, nec te data dextera Pet. No, Sir, 'tis no matter; I only thought to quondam,

do you a service, but I shall take care how I confer Nec moritura tenet crudeli funere Dido.my favours for the future. Ah, poor Dido!

(Looks at her. Mir. Sir, I beg ten thousand pardons. Bis. Rudeness, affronts, impatience! I could

[Bous lor. almost start out even to manhood, and want but a Pet. 'Tis enough, Sir-I come to tell you, Sir, weapon as long as his to fight him upon the spot. that Oriana is this moment to be sacrificed What shall I say?

(Aside. I married past redemption.

Now for you,

Mir. I understand her; she'll take a husband | find in my heart to pay thee. [Aside.) Is the out of spite to me, and then out of love to me she fellow mad? Why sure, Sir, I ha’n’t frightened will make him a cuckold. But who is the happy you out of your senses ? man ?

Old Mir. But you have, Sir. Pet. A lord, Sir.

Mir. Then I'll beat them into you again. Mir. I'm her ladyship's most humble servant;

[Offers to strike him. a train and a title; hey! Room for my lady's Old Mir. Why, rogue-Bob, dear Bob, don't coach! a front row in the box for her ladyship' you know me, child ? Lights, lights, for her honour !—Now must I be Mir. Ha, ha, ba ! the fellow's downright Jis. a constant attender at my lord's levee, to work my tracted! Thou miracle of impudence! wouldst way to my lady's couchee—a countess, 1 presume, thou make me believe that such a grave gentleSir.

man as my father would go a masquerading thus? Pet. A Spanish count, Sir, that Mr. Dugard That a person of threescore and three would run knew abroad, is come to Paris, saw your mistress about in a fool's coat to disgrace himself and yesterday, marries her to-day, and whips her into family? Why, you impudent villain, do you think Spain to-morrow.

I will suffer such an affront to pass upon my Mir. Ay, is it so ? and must I follow my cuckold honoured father, my worthy father, my dear over the Pyrennees? Had she married within father? 'Sdeath, Sir, mention my father but once the precincts of a billet-doux, I would be the man again, and I'll send your soul to thy grandfathe) to lead her to church; but, as it happens, l'u forbid this minute!

[Offers to stab him. the banns. Where is this mighty don?

Old Mir. Well

, well, I am not your father. Pet. Have a care, Sir; he's a rough, cross Mir. Why then, Sir, you are the saucy, hectorgrained piece, and there's no tampering with him. ing Spaniard, and I'll use you accordingly, Would you apply to Mr. Dugard, or the lady Old Mir. The devil take the Spaniards, Sir: herself, something might be done; for it is in we have all got nothing but blows since we began despite to you that the business is carried so to take their part. hastily. Odso, Sir, here he comes. I must be

Re-enter DUGARD, ORIANA, and Petit; with gone.

(Exit.

Maid. DUGARD runs to MIRABEL, the rest to Re-enter OLD MIRABEL, dressed in a Spanish

Old MIRABEL. habit, leading ORIANA.

Dag. Fie, fie, Mirabel, murder your father! Ori. Good, my lord, a nobler choice had better Mir. My father! What, is the whole family suited your lordship’s merit. My person, rank, mad? Give me way, Sir: 'I won't be held. and circumstance expose me as the public theme Old Mir. No, nor I either; let me be gone, of raillery, and subject me so to injurious usage, pray. my lord, that I can lay no claim to any part of Mir. My father!

(Ofers to go. your regard, except yonr pity.

Old Mir. Ay, you dog's face! I ain your faOld Mir. Breathes he vital air, that dares pre- ther; for I have bore as much for thee as your

mother ever did. With rude behaviour to profane such excellence ? Mir. O ho! then this was a trick it seems, a Show me the man

design, a contrivance, a stratagem-Oh! how my And you shall see how my sudden revenge bones ache! Shall fall upon the head of such presumption.

Old Mir. Your bones, sirrah ; why yours? Is this thing one ? [Strutting up to MIRABEL. Mir. Why, Sir, ha’n’t I been beating my own Dir. Sir!

flesh and blood all this while? O, Madam. [To Ori. Good, my lord.

ORIANA.) I wish your ladyship joy of your new Old Mir. If he, or any he

dignity. Here was a contrivance indeed. Ori. Pray, my lord, the gentleman 's a stranger. Pet. The contrivance was well enough, Sir;

Old Mir. O, your pardon, Sir-but if you for they imposed upon us all. had-remember, Sir—the lady now is mine, her Mir. Well

, my dear Dulcinea, did your Don injuries are mine; therefore, Šir, you understand Quixote battle for you bravely? My father will -Come, Madam.

answer for the force of my love. (Leads ORIANA to the door ; she goes off Ori. Pray, Sir, don't insult the misfortunes of

MIRABEL runs to his father, and pulls your own creating.
him by the sleere.

Dug. My prudence will be counted cowardice, Mir. Ecoutez, Monsieur le Count.

if I stand tamely now. (Aside. Comes up between Old Mir. Your business, Sir ?

MIRABEL and his sister.) Well, Sir! Mir. Boh!

Mir. Well, Sir! Do you take me for one of Old Mir. Boh! What language is that, Sir ? your tenants, Sir, that you put on your landlord Mir. Spanish, my lord.

face at me! Old Mir. What d'ye mean?

Dug. On what presumption, Sir, dare you as Mir. This, Sir. [ Trips up his heels. sume thus ?

[Draws. Old Mir. A very concise quarrel, truly

Old Mir. What's that to you, Sir ? (Draws. I'll bully him. (Aside.) Trinidade Seigneur, give Pet. Hely! help! the lady faints. me fair play.

(Offers to rise. Mir. Vapours ! vapours ! she'll come to herself. Mir. By all means, Sir. [Takes away his !f it be an angry fit, a dram of assafætida— If sword.) Now, Seigneur, where's that bombast jealousy, hartshorn in water-If the mother, burnt Icok and fustian face your countship wore just feathers- If grief, ratifia—If it be strait stays or now?

[Strikes him. corns, there's nothing like a dram of plain brandy. Old Mir. But hold, sirrah, no more jesting;

[Erit. I'm your father, Sir, your father!

Ori. Hold off; give me air-0, my brother, Mit. My father! Then by this light I could would you preserve my life, endanger' not your

sume

me

own; would

you defend my reputation, leave it to Old Mir. Let me alone to ferret him out; 17 itself. 'Tis a dear vindication that 's purchased sacrifice the abbot, if he receives him; I'll try by the sword; for though our champion proves whether the spiritual or the natural father has the victorious, yet our honour is wounded.

most right to the child. But, dear captain, Old Mir. Ay, and your lover may be wounded, what has he done with his estate that's another thing. But I think you are pretty Dur. Settled it upon the church, Sir. brisk again, my child.

Old Mir. The church! Nay, then the devil Ori. Ay, Sír, my indisposition was only a pre won't get him out of their clutches—Ten thoutênce to divert the quarrel; the capricious taste of sand livres a year upon the church! 'Tis downyour sex excuses this artifice in ours :

right sacrilege-Come, gentleman, all hands to For often, when our chief perfections fail,

work; for half that sum, one of these monasteries Our chief defects with foolish men prevail.

shall protect you a traitor from the law, a rebellious [Exit. wife from her husband, and a disobedient son

[Erit. Pet. Come, Mr. Dugard, take courage; there from his own father. is a way still left to fetch him again.

Dug. But will you persuade me that he's gone Old Mir. Sir, I'll have no plot that has any

to a monastery ? relation to Spain.

Dur. Is your sister gone to the Filles RepenDug. I scorn all artifice whatsoever; my sword ties? 1 tell you, Sir, she's not fit for the society shall do her justice.

of repenting maids. Pet. Pretty justice, truly! Suppose you run

Dug. Why so, Sir? him through the body; you run her through the

Dur. Because 'she's neither one nor t'other; heart at the same time.

she's too old to be a maid, and too young to Old Mir. And me through the head—rot your

repent.

[Escurt. sword, Sir; we'll have plots; come, Petit, let's SCENE II.— The Inside of a Monastery. hear. Pet. What if she pretended to go into a nun.

Oriana discovered in a Nun's habit, with nery, and so bring him about to declare himself ?

BISARRE, Dug. That I must confess has a face.

Ori. I hope, Bisarre, there is no harm in jestOld Mir. A face! A face like an angel, Sir. ing with this religious habit ? Ads my life, Sir, 'Tis the most beautiful plot Bis. To me, the greatest jest in the habit is in Christendom. We'll about it immediately. taking it in earnest : I don't understand this im

(Exeunt. prisoning people with the keys of paradise, nor ACT IV.

the merit of that virtue which comes by constraint.

But I must be gone upon my affairs; I have SCENE 1.-OLD MIRABEL's House. brought my captain about again. Enter OLD MIRABEL and DUGARD.

Ori. But why will you trouble yourself with

that coxcomb ? Dug. The lady abbess is my relation, and privy Bis. Because he is a coxcomb; had I not better to the plot.

have a lover like him, that I can make an ass of, Old Mir. Ay, ay, this nunnery will bring him than a lover like yours, to make a fool of me. about, I warrant ye.

(Knocking below.) A message from Mirabel, I'd Enter DURETETE.

lay my life. (She runs to the door. Come hither, Dur. Here, where are ye all ?-O! Mr. Mira- run; thou charming nun, come hither. bel, you have done fine things for your posterity

Ori. What's the news? And you, Mr. Dugard, may come to answer

Bis. Don't you see who 's below ? this, I come to demand my friend at your hands :

Ori. I see nobody but a friar. restore him, Sir, or

Bis. Ah! thou poor blind Cupid ! O'my con. (T. OLD MIRABEL. science, these hearts of ours spoil our heads in Old Mir. Restore him! What, d'ye think I stantly! the fellows no sooner turn knaves than bave got him in my trunk, or my pocket ?

we turn fools. A friar ! don't you see a villanous Dur. Sir, he's mad, and you're the cause on't. genteel mien under that cloak of hypocrisy ? Old Mir. That may be ; for I was as mad as he

Ori. As I live, Mirabel turned friar! I hope in when I begot him.

heaven, he's not in earnest. Dug. Mad, Sir! what d'ye mean?

Bis in earnest: ha, ha, ha! are you in earDur. What do you mean, Sir, by shutting up nest?. Now's your time; this disguise he has your sister yonder to talk like a parrot through a certainly taken for a passport, to get in and try cage? or a decoy duck, to draw others into the your resolutions; stick to your habit

, to be sure snare? Your son, Sir, because she has deserted treat him with disdain, rather than anger: fo: him, has forsaken the world; and in three words, pride becomes us more than passion; remember has

[ To OLD MIRABEL? what I say, if you would yield to advantage, and Old Mir. Hanged himself!

hold out the attack; to draw him on, keep him Dur. The very same-turned friar.

off, to be sure. Old Mir. You lie, Sir ; 'tis ten times worse. The cunning gameslers never gain too fast, Bob turned friar!—Why should the fellow shave But lose at first, to win the more at last. (Exit his foolish crown, when the same razor may cut his throat?

Enter MIRABEL in a Friar's habit. Dur. If you have any command, or you any Mir. Save you, sister-Your brother, young interest over him, lose not a minute; he has thrown lady, having a regard for your soul's health, hată himself into the next monastery, and has ordered sent me to prepare you for the sacred habit by me to pay off his servants, and discharge his confession. equipage.

Ori. That's false; the cloven foot already

i Aside. My brother's care ! own; and to you, I served a turn for us both, and they shall e'en go sacred Sir, I confess, that the great crying sin off together. which I have long indulged, and now prepare to

(Erit, throwing away the habit. expiate, was love.

Mir. She's downright stark mad in earnest; SCENE III-OLD MIRABEL's House. death and confusion, I have lost her! (Aside.) You confess your fault, Madam, in such moving

Enter DURETETE, with a letter. terms, that I could almost be in love with the sin.

Dur. (Reads.] My rudeness was only a proof of Ori. Take care, Sir; crimes, like virtues, are that I own myself penitent, and urilling to make any

your humour, which I have found so agreeable, their own rewards; my chief delight became only grief; he in whose breast I thought my heart reparation upon your first appearance to

BISARRL secure, turned robber, and despoiled the treasure Mirabel swears she loves me, and this confirms that he kept.

it; Mir. Perhaps that treasure he esteems so 'tis my turn now to be upon the sublime; I'll také

then farewell gallantry, and welcome revenge; much, that, like the miser, though afraid to use it, her off

, I warrant her. he reserves it safe. Ori. No, holy father: who can be miser in

Enter BISARRE. another's wealth, that's prodigal of his own? His Well, mistress, do you love me? heart was open, shared to all he knew; and what,

Bis. I hope, Sir, you will pardon the modesty alas! must then become of mine ? but the same of eyes that drew this passion in, shall send it out in Dur. Of what ? of a dancing devil ?-Do you tears, to which now hear my vow

love me, I say? Mir. (Discovering himself.] No, my fair angel, Bis. Perhaps I. but let me repent: here on my knees, behold the Dur. What? criminal that vows repentance his.-Ha! no con Bis. Perhaps, I do not. cern upon her ?

Dur. Ha! abúsed again! Death, woman, I'll

Bis. Hold, hold, Sir; I do, I do!
Enter Old MIRABEL.

Dur. Confirm it then by your obedience; stand Old Mir. Where, where's this counterfeit nun? there, and ogle me now, as if your heart, blood, Ori. Madness! confusion ! I'm ruined ! and soul, were like to fly out at your eyes—First,

Mir. What do I hear ? (Puts on his hood.] the direct surprise. (She looks full upon him.) What did you say, Sir ?

Right; next the deur yeur par oblique. (She Old Mir. I say she's a counterfeit, and you gives him the side glance.) Right; now depart may be another, for aught I know, Sir; I have and languish. (She turns from him and looks lost my child by these tricks, Sir.

over her shoulder.) Very well; now sigh. (She Mir. What tricks, Sir?

sighs.) Now drop your fan on purpose. She Old Mir. By a pretended trick, Sir. A con drops her fan.) Now take it up again : Come trivance to bring my son to reason, and it has now, confess your faults; are you not a proud - ' made him stark mad; I have lost him and a say after me. thousand pounds a year.

Bis. Proud.
Mir. (Discovering himself.) My dear father, Dur. Impertinent.
I'm your most humble servant.

Bis. Impertinent.
Old Mir. My dear boy, welcome ex inferis,

Dur. Ridiculous. my dear boy; 'tís all a trick, she's no more a nun Bis. Ridiculous.

Dur. Flirt, Mir. No!

Bis. Puppy. Old Mir. The devil a bit.

Dur. Zoons! woman, don't provoke me; wo Mir. Then thank ye, my dear dad, for the are alone, and you don't know but the devil may most happy news,And now, most venerable holy tempt me to do you a mischief; ask my pardon sister

[Kneels. immediately.

Bis. I do, Sir; I only mistook the word. Your mercy and your pardon I implore,

Dur. Cry then : have you got e'er a handkerFor the offence of asking it before.

chief?

Bis. Yes, Sir. Lookye, my dear counterfeiting nun, take my Dur. Cry, then, handsomely; cry like a queen advice, be a nun in good earnest ; women make in a tragedy. the best nuns always when they can't do other [She pretends to cry, bursts out a laughing. wise. Ori. O! Sir, how, unhappily have you de

Enter six Ladies, laughing. stroyed what was so near perfection! He is the Bis. Ha, ha, ha! counterfeit that has deceived you.

Ladies. Ha, ha, ha! Old Mir. Ha! Lookye, Sir, I recant, she is a Dur. Hell broke loose upon me, and all the

furies fluttered about my ears! Betrayed again! Mir. Sir, your humble servant, then I'm a friar Bis. That you are, upon my word, my dear this moment.

captain; ha, ha, ha! Old Mir. Was ever an old fool so bantered by Dur. The Lord deliver me! a brace o' young ones; hang you both, you're 1 Lady. What! is this the mighty man with both counterfeits, and my plot's spoiled, that's all

. the bullface, that comes to frighten ladies ? Ori. Shame and confusion, love, anger, and Bis. A man! It's some great dairy-inaid in disappointment, will work my brain to madness. man's clothes.

[Erit. Dur. Lookye, dear Christian women, pray hear Mir. Ay, ay, throw by the rugs, they have me.

than I am.

nun.

Bis. Will you ever attempt a lady's honour Old Mir. Ay, poor child, poor child, d'ye know again?

me ? Tur. If you please to let me get away with my Ori. You ! you are Amadis de Gaul, Sir ;honour, I'll do any thing in the world.

Oh! oh my heart! Were you never in love, fair Bis. 'Will you persuade your friend to marry lady? And do you never dream of flowers and mine?

garlens ?-I dream of walking fires, and tall Dur. O yes, to be sure.

gigantic sights. Take heed, it comes nowBis. And will you do the same by me ? What's that? Pray stand away: I have seen Dur. Burn me if I do, if the coast be clear. that face sure-How light my head is!

(Erit. Mir. What piercing charms has beauty even in Bis. Ha, ha, ha! Come, ladies, we'll go make madness-Come, Madam, try to repose a little. an end of our tea.

(Ereunt. Ori. I cannot ; for I must be up to go to church,

and I must dress me, put on my new gown, and Enter Mirabel and Old MIRABEL.

be so fine, to meet my love. Hey, ho! — Wil Mir. Your patience, Sir. I tell you I won't not you tell me where my heart lies buried ? marry; and though you send all the bishops in Mir. My very soul is touched-Your hand, France to persuade me, I shall never believe their my fair. doctrine against their practice. You would com Ori. How soft and gentle you feel! I'll tell pel me to that state, which I have heard you curse you your fortune, friend. yourself, when my mother and you have battled Mir. How she stares upon me! it for a whole week together.

Ori. You have a flattering face; but 'tis a fine Old Mir. Never but once, you rogue, and that one—I warrant you have five hundred mistresseswas when she longed for six Flanders mares: ay, Ay, to be sure, a mistress for every guinea in his Sir, then she was breeding of you, which showed pocket-Will you pray for me? I shall die towhat an expensive dog I should have of you. morrow, And will you ring my passing-bell ?

Mir. Do you know me, injured creature ? Enter Petit.

Ori. No, but you shall be my intimate acWell, Petit, how does she now ?

quaintance-in the grave.

(Weeps. Pet. Mad, Sir, con pompos-Ay, Mr. Mirabel, Mir. O tears, I must believe you; sure there's you'll believe that I speak truth now, when I a kind of sympathy in madness; for even I, obduconfess that I have told you hitherto nothing but rate as I am, do feel my soul so tossed with storns lies; our jesting is come to a sad earnest, she's of passion, that I could cry for help as well as she. downright distracted.

(Wipes his eyes

Ori. What, have you lost your lover? No Re-enter BISARRE.

you mock me; I'll go home and pray. Bis. Where is this mighty victor?— The great Mir. Stay, my fair innocence, and hear me exploit is done; go triumph in the glory of your own my love so loud that I may call your senses conquest, inhuman, barbarous man! O Sir, [ To to their place, restore 'em to their charming, OLD MIRABEL.) your wretched ward has found a happy functions, and reinstate myself into your tender guardian of you; where her young inno- favour. cence expected protection, here has she found her Bis. Let her alone, Sir, 'tis all too late; she ruin.

trembles, hold her; her fits grow stronger by her Old Mir. Ay, the fault is mine; for I believe talking; don't trouble her, she don't know you, that rogue wont marry, for fear of begetting such Sir. another disobedient son as his father did. I have Old Mir. Not know him! what then ? she done all I can, Madam, and now can do no more loves to see him for all that. than run mad for company.

(Cries.

Re-enter DURETETE. Enter DUGARD, with his sword drawn.

Dur. Where are you all? What the devil! Dug. Away! Revenge, revenge.

melancholy, and I here! Are ye sad, and such a Old Mir. Patience, patience, Sir. (Old Mira- ridiculous subject, such a very good jest, among BEL holds him.) Bob, draw.

(Aside. you, as I am ? Dug. Patience! The coward's virtue, and the Mir. Away with this impertinence; this is no brave man's failing, when thus provoked— Villain ! place for bagatelle; I have murdered my honour,

Mir. Your sister's frenzy "shall excuse your destroyed a lady, and my desire of reputation is madness; and to show my concern for what she come at length too late ; see there. suffers, I'll bear the villain from her brother. Dur. What ails her? Put up your anger with your sword; I have a Mir. Alas! she's mad. heart like yours, that swells at an affront received, Dur. Mad! dost wonder at that? By this but melts at an injury given; and if the lovely light, they're all so; they're cozening mad; they're Oriana’s grief be such a moving scene, 'twill find brawling mad; they're proud mad; I just now a part within this breast, perhaps as tender as a came from a whole world of mad women, that had brother's.

almost — What, is she dead? Dug. To prove that soft compassion for her Mir. Dead ! heavens forbid. grief, endeavour to remove it. - There, there, Dur. Heavens further it; for 'till they be as behold an object that 's infective; I cannot view cold as a key, there's no trusting them you're her, but I am as mad as she.

never sure that a woman's in earnest, till she is

nailed in her coffin. Shall I talk to her? Are Enter ORIANA; they place her in a chair.

you mad, mistress? A sister that my dying parents left with their last Bis. What's that to you, Sir ? words and blessing to my care. Sister, dearest Dur. Oons, Madam, are you there? sister.

(Erit, running

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