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''De Mon. (Becoming all at once calm, and turning sternly to'' Manuel.) And how dar'st thou to think it would displease me? What is't to me who leaves or enters Amberg? But it displeases me, yea ev'n to frenzy, That every idle fool must hither come To break my leisure with the paltry tidings Of all the cursed things he stares upon. Take thine ill-favour'd visage from my sight, And speak of it no more.[ Servant.

De Mon. And go thou too; I choose to be alone. [ Manuel. But is he gone indeed? Yes, he is gone. (Goes to the opposite door, opens it, and looks: then gives loose to all the fury of gesture, and walks up and down in great agitation.) It is too much: by heaven it is too much! He haunts me—stings me—like a devil haunts— He'll make a raving maniack of me—Villain! The air wherein thou draw'st thy fulsome breath Is poison to me—Oceans shall divide! (Pauses.) But no; thou think'st I fear thee, cursed reptile! And hast a pleasure in the damned thought. Though my heart's blood should curdle at thy sight, I'll stay and face thee still. (Knocking at the chamber door.) Ha! Who knocks there?