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Jer. My lord, you tremble much.

De Mon.What, do I shake?

Jer. You do, in truth, and your teeth chatter too.

De Mon. See! see they come! he strutting by her side. See how he turns his odious face to her's! Utt'ring with confidence some nauseous jest. And she endures it too,—Oh! this looks vilely! Ha! mark that courteous motion of his arm— What does he mean?—He dares not take her hand! (Pauses and looks eagerly.) By heaven and hell he does!

Jer. Oh! I am stunn'd! my head is crack'd in twain: Your honour does forget how old I am.

De Mon. Well, well, the wall is harder than I wist. Begone! and whine within. [ Jerome, with a sad rueful countenance.