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Rud. You are disturb'd, my Lord.

Hugh. What, is it thou? I am disturb'd in sooth.

Rud. Aye, Orra has been here; and some light words Of girlish levity have mov'd you. How! Toil for this match no more! What else remains, If this should be abandoned, noble Aldenberg, That can be worth your toil?

Hugh. I'll match the cub elsewhere.

Rud. What call ye matching?

Hugh. Surely for him some other virtuous maid Of high descent, tho' not so richly dowried, May be obtain'd.

Rud.Within your walls, perhaps, Some waiting gentlewoman, who perchance May be some fifty generations back Descended from a king, he will himself Ere long obtain, without your aid, my Lord.

Hugh. Thou mak'st me mad! the dolt! the senseless dolt! What can I do for him? I cannot force A noble maid entrusted to my care: I, the sole guardian of her helpless youth!

Rud. That were indeed unfit; but there are means To make her yield consent.

Hugh. Then by my faith, good friend, I'll call thee wizard, If thou can'st find them out. What means already,