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And make my visit of a friendly length. I trust your goodness will excuse me now; Another time I shall be less unkind. (To Freberg.) Will you not go with me?

Freb. Excuse me, Monfort, I'll return again. [ Rezenvelt and Freberg.

''De Mon. (Alone, tossing his arms distractedly.)'' Hell hath no greater torment for th' accurs'd Than this man's presence gives— Abhorred fiend! he hath a pleasure too, A damned pleasure in the pain he gives! Oh! the side glance of that detested eye! That conscious smile! that full insulting lip! It touches every nerve: it makes me mad. What, does it please thee? Dost thou woo my hate? Hate shalt thou have! determin'd, deadly hate. Which shall awake no smile. Malignant villain! The venom of thy mind is rank and devilish, And thin the film that hides it. Thy hateful visage ever spoke thy worth: I loath'd thee when a boy. Thatshould be besotted with him thus! And Freberg likewise so bewitched is, That like a hireling flatt'rer, at his heels He meanly paces, off'ring brutish praise. O! I could curse him too.[