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Which had for ages stopp'd their flowing course. I pray thee, friend, beware.

Rez. Thou canst not mean—he will not murder me?

Freb. What a proud heart, with such dark passion toss'd, May, in the anguish of its thoughts, conceive, I will not dare to say.

Rez. Ha, ha! thou know'st him not. Full often have I mark'd it in his youth, And could have almost lov'd him for the weakness; He's form'd with such antipathy, by nature, To all infliction of corporeal pain, To wounding life, e'en to the sight of blood, He cannot if he would.

Freb.Then fy upon thee! It is not gen'rous to provoke him thus. But let us part; we'll talk of this again. Something approaches.—We are here too long. Rez. Well, then, to-morrow I'll attend your call. Here lies my way. Good night.[

Grim. Forgive, I pray, my lord, a stranger's boldness. I have presum'd to wait your leisure here, Though at so late an hour.

Freb.But who art thou?

Grim. My name is Grimbald, sir,