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Or.What said'st thou, Father? To feign a disposition to obey! I did mistake thy words.

Urst. No, gentle daughter; So press'd, thou mayest feign and yet be blameless. A trusty guardian's faith with thee he holds not, And therefore thou art free to meet his wrongs With what defence thou hast.

Or. (proudly.) Nay pardon me; I, with an unshorn crown, Must hold the truth in plain simplicity, And am in nice distinctions most unskilful.

Urst. Lady, have I deserv'd this sharpness? oft Thine infant hand has strok'd this shaven crown: Thou'st ne'er till now reproach'd it.

Or. (bursting into tears.) Pardon, O pardon me, my gentle Urston! Pardon a wayward child, whose eager temper Doth sometimes mar the kindness of her heart. Father, am I forgiven? (Hanging on him.)

Urst.Thou art, thou art: Thou art forgiven; more than forgiven, my child.

Or. Then lead me to the Count, I will myself Learn his stern purpose.

Urst.In the hall he is, Seated in state, and waiting to receive you. [