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I surely thought you would be griev'd for her.

''De Mon. (Taking Jerome's hand.)'' I am, my friend. How long has she been dead?

Jer. Two sad long years.

De Mon.Would she were living still! I was too troublesome, too heedless of her.

Jer. O no! she lov'd to serve you. (Loud knocking without.)

De Mon. What fool comes here, at such untimely hours, To make this cursed noise. (To Manuel.) Go to the gate.[ Manuel. All sober citizens are gone to bed; It is some drunkards on their nightly rounds, Who mean it but in sport.

Jer. I hear unusual voices—here they come.

''Freb. (Running to embrace'' De Monfort.) My dearest Monfort! most unlook'd-for pleasure. Do I indeed embrace thee here again? I saw thy servant standing by the gate, His face recall'd, and learnt the joyful tidings. Welcome, thrice welcome here!

De Mon. I thank thee, Freberg, for this friendly visit, And this fair Lady too.(Bowing to the Lady.)

Lady.I fear, my Lord, We do intrude at an untimely hour: