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The eldest daughter of his father's house: Calm and unwearied is my love for him; And having found him, patiently I'll wait, Nor greet him in the hour of social joy, To dash his mirth with tears.— The night wears on; permit me to withdraw.

Freb. Nay, do not, do not injure us so far! Disguise thyself, and join our friendly train.

Jane. You wear not masks to-night?

Lady. We wear not masks, but you may be conceal'd Behind the double foldings of a veil.

''Jane. (After pausing to consider.)'' In truth, I feel a little so inclin'd. Methinks unknown, I e'en might speak to him, And gently prove the temper of his mind: But for the means I must become your debtor. (To Lady.)

Lady. Who waits? (Enter her Woman.) Attend this lady to my wardrobe, And do what she commands you. [ Jane and Waiting-woman.

''Freb. (Looking after Jane, as she goes out, with admiration.)'' Oh! what a soul she bears! see how she steps! Nought but the native dignity of worth E'er taught the moving form such noble grace.

Lady. Such lofty mien, and high assumed gait I've seen ere now, and men have call'd it pride.

Freb. No, 'faith! thou never did'st, but oft indeed