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Now greatly married, as I have been told, From her most prudent care, may well excuse The admiration of so good a man As my good master is. And then, dear madam, I must confess, when I myself did hear How she was come thro' the rough winter's storm, To seek and comfort an unhappy brother, My heart beat kindly to her.

Lady. Ay, ay, there is a charm in this I find: But wherefore may she not have come as well. Through wintry storms to seek a lover too?

Ther. No, madam, no, I could not think of this.

Lady. That would reduce her in your eyes, mayhap, To woman's level.—Now I see my vengeance! I'll tell it round that she is hither come, Under pretence of finding out De Monfort, To meet with Rezenvelt. When Freberg hears it 'Twill help, I ween, to break this magick charm.

Ther. And say what is not, madam?

Lady. How can'st thou know that I shall say what is not? 'Tis like enough I shall but speak the truth.

Ther. Ah no! there is—

Lady.Well, hold thy foolish tongue. Carry that robe into my chamber, do: I'll try it there myself.[