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Dart. Nay, see what it contains ere thou destroyest it.

Page. (putting it together again and reading it.) Only upbraiding his unkindness, and stuff of that sort, with some nonsense about a dream she has had which makes her afraid she shall never see him again.

Dart. Let me look. (After reading it.) This letter may be useful. Come with me, my little friend; and we'll devise a way of revenging thy sister on her cruel seducer.

Page. Will you? I'll worship you like a saint of the calendar, if you do this.

Dart. (considering.) Is not your master somewhat superstitious?

Page. Marry is he! but mightily afraid to be thought so. He laughed at me,—when the bad fever prevailed,—for wearing a charm on my breast against infection! but the very next night when, he went to bed, what should drop out, think you, as he opened his vest, but the very same charm, which he had procured immediately, and worn with such secrecy, that even valet Lorimore knew nothing of the matter.

Dart. This is good; come with me, and I'll instruct thee what to do with thy letter.[.