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How dids't thou learn with such a wond'rous grace So high in air to toss thine armed heels, And clutch with outspread hands the slipp'ry sand? I was the more amaz'd at thy dexterity, As this, of all thy many gallant feats Before-hand promised, most modestly Thou did'st forbear to mention.

Glot.Gibe away! I care not for thy gibing. With fair lists, And no black arts against me—

''Hugh. (advancing angrily from the bottom of the stage to'' Glottenbal.) Hold thy peace! (To Orra.) And, Madam, be at least somewhat restrained In your unruly humour.

Or. Pardon, my Lord: I knew not you were near me. My humour is unruly: with your leave, I will retire till I have curb'd it better. (To Eleanora.) I would not lose your company, sweet Countess.

El. We'll go together, then. [ Orra and Eleanora. There is no striving with a forward girl, Nor pushing on a fool. My harassed life Day after day more irksome grows. Curs'd bane! I'll toil no more for this untoward match.