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and retire into the inner apartment, appearing to laugh and talk gaily to the different masks as they pass them. Vict. Forbear, my lord, these words offend mine ear.

Bas. Yet let me but this once, this once offend, Nor thus with thy displeasure punish me; And if my words against all prudence sin, O! hear them, as the good of heart do list To the wild ravings of a soul distraught.

Vict. If I indeed should listen to thy words, They must not talk of love.

Bas. To be with thee, to speak, to hear thee speak, To claim the soft attention of thine eye, I'd be content to talk of any thing, If it were possible to be with thee, And think of ought but love.

Vict. I fear, my lord, you have too much presum'd On those unguarded words, which were in truth Utter'd at unawares, with little heed, And urge their meaning far beyond the right.

Bas. I thought, indeed, that they were kindly meant, As tho' thy gentle breast did kindly feel Some secret pity for my hopeless pain, And would not pierce with scorn, ungen'rous scorn, A heart so deeply stricken.